heads down. lean in

(newport news dress, vintage belt, shoes & accessories, BCBG blazer, Club Monaco clutch)

Today is Sunday. I've read Lullabies for Little Criminals from cover to cover.

I haven't talked to my mother in a long time. Longer than I care to admit. 
I miss telling her about my lucid dreams, where i am falling and the only people that get comfort from my embrace are strangers, thieves and sailors. 

She would smile and give me a discerning eye of acknowledgment. At once, making me feel both comforted in her prudency and lonely at the same time.

I have ink on my fingers and my eyes are sore from the beautiful words I've tried to sear into my head today.
I would rather be kissing someone.