she sauntered down the hall towards her room with a feline, almost ferine grace.
the blood in my veins began to turn to liquid fire. it felt as if the whiskey on
my breath would simply combust, and from my lips would pour out flames, and words that had both delicate beauty and extreme savagery.
every instinct, every animal cell in my being screamed out…
‘follow her, now’.
dreamer, writer, explorer, creative, critical thinker, maker of my own reality. part left - part right brained, often found out chasing fish, the moon, music, muse... the magical, mystical and metaphysical, art, travel, foodndranks, my pack, beauty, the light and the dark, adventures, the arcane, the strange and profane...
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