http://mariamakmal.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.htmlTORSDAG DEN 2. DECEMBER 2010
His heart tells stories, as it beats against my hand. I sing along to them, and he laughs at my silliness. The world howls through the cracks in the windows, and we drown it out with crackling fires and laughter that’s too loud. I ignore the strain in his smile, and the knots in my stomach. I sleep uneasy, but we don’t speak of it. The snow melts slowly, and our walls melt with it. He grips my hands harder, and the stories in his chest run faster than I can follow.
We never had forever, but we pretended to.
Indsendt Af Mariam Akma