There is a poetry written in the glisten of sun-drenched skin. It speaks in a language words cannot truly capture, but captivates instead, and like summer heat turns thoughts muzzy as unconscious half-smiles form on faces drifting into fantasy.
Ken
2023-06-29 22:19:09 +0000 UTC
Jesus, what did I just walk into
John
2023-06-29 22:14:49 +0000 UTC
and like that a thousand hearts were broken across the world