Carefully carved care into our interactions.
Words anchor weight.
Impatience bites its tongue.
Loaded gun of appreciation drawn from my hip.
We work to keep the bullets.
Your sentiments forever fill me.
We depart from the world.
Temple of yours — the template of my nearly deserted desires.
Surreal survival — surges of surprises house our nomadic reality.
Pulling me into another dimension that diminishes actuality.
Words by: @Itsmyambitionz