One day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting the stars.
The name's Skye. I post an array of sophisticated nonsense derived from nostalgic memories and more often than not, emotions in my ticker. Military. Personal Training. New York, Portland, Boston, San Francisco. Interesting facts. Breathtaking Lyricism. Guitar. Homemade Popcorn. Movie nights. Endless love making. Vegetarian. Tattoos. Poetry. Going out, staying in. Insomnia. Reading. Hopeless romantic. Opinionated, not judgmental. Intelligence. Realism. Philosophy. Psychology. Beautiful people. Beautiful minds. Dry humor. Perverseness. Selflessness. Outspoken. Dedication. Compassion.
"To put it simply - you have disoriented me.
Falling in love with you was like being thrown into an ocean at night.
It kisses my skin and it engulfs me, and I’m so light it feels like I’m flying, but I’m left with nothing that I need.
I don’t know which way will give me the air I need and which way will send me down further into the abyss.
Everything is chaotic
Everything is soothing."