Julia D.

E-book Writer since 2013. Below is a text of own authorship. Vandal A muffled crash. The festive look, the lust to see you, my heart by tapping on my chest. The soft kiss, wrapped in the whirlwind of emotions that revolve around us, the vast drownings that fill my head about us. The ephemeral feeling flows suddenly and uncertainly. It made me yearn for your presence for "a little more" my whole life. Your meteoric naivety held my dream a little longer. I did nothing but think of you. I even daydream, as if I had power in the face of the harshness of life. Crumbs of your personality messing up my happiness. Destructive love, which releases fire and smoke, bringing with it such destruction and addition. Thus, overwhelmingly destructive, overwhelmingly enchanting, this love pulls me from the axes, ruins my heart, and shoots my existence to a cliff. It tempers my life with disappointment and dread, and takes from my eyes the luminescence of the joy that was in them one day.