I can feel it in my bones
when your sight passes through me
you move and the metaphor of
butterflies suddenly becomes real
but the irony of ironies
is when you have something in your hands
and you can´t touch it
when all the myths become true
when a hug is the best sex you´ve had
and a shake of hands is goodbye
Photographers: mosthvost
Writing is my hobby, as well as taking pictures. My job is babysitting, I pick up two children from school and take care of them at home until their parents arrive. I used to be a 2nd grade English teacher.