Its a step…right then left, taken on a breath. From blossoms to crisp air and dying leaves, its been a while since I’ve written like this…but we can’t walk away from love without it haunting you, and often bringing us back to the truth…my blood’s made of ink, and my heart’s never stopped bleeding…my affair with words is more than a few one night stands, its a path I can’t run from, its meant to last. ♥ ♥ ♥