It has been a while since she had last felt the seams of his fingertips. She knows him so dearly that she can prance along the loops of his biometric smirches. "It has been a while," she purred to her longing self. But in realto, it has only been seven days and six nights. She listened to his cardiac pulses like they were thumping out her birth name, second by second. She wanted to bestir him from his slumber but she remained to linger in his reverie, instead.
She remembered. In one of his dreams, he recalled, "I want to photograph you wearing a dress, frolicking against the tall grasses, in a maize-coloured plain. Your candle-like fingers brushing through the weeds, your nails glamored with brick red." She remembered and she smiled without reluctance. And then she embraced him with all her might.
He immediately dozed off while she and him were watching some black and white animation, based on real events. A tearjerky, she has always been. Thus, she found herself weeping during the film's last chapter. "You are my only friend," a line which triggered her lachrymose ducts to perform their intended purpose. There's no obvious urgency for her to toss and turn tonight. Hand in hand, she dozed off, too.
It has been twelve hours and the sun's rays were basking through her jalousies. Adults don't sleep this well, they had this commonness in their minds. Their stomachs are empty and their bladders were engorged but still they managed to spare a few minutes to osculate and be adored. From then on and all their morning afters forever, they shall be sticking with each other.
We're, like, the psychics of each other's minds. Yes, you are my soul's mate.
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It has been a while since she had last felt the seams of his fingertips. She knows him so dearly that she can prance along the loops of his biometric smirches. "It has been a while," she purred to her longing self. But in realto, it has only been seven days and six nights. She listened to his cardiac pulses like they were thumping out her birth name, second by second. She wanted to bestir him from his slumber but she remained to linger in his reverie, instead.
She remembered. In one of his dreams, he recalled, "I want to photograph you wearing a dress, frolicking against the tall grasses, in a maize-coloured plain. Your candle-like fingers brushing through the weeds, your nails glamored with brick red." She remembered and she smiled without reluctance. And then she embraced him with all her might.
He immediately dozed off while she and him were watching some black and white animation, based on real events. A tearjerky, she has always been. Thus, she found herself weeping during the film's last chapter. "You are my only friend," a line which triggered her lachrymose ducts to perform their intended purpose. There's no obvious urgency for her to toss and turn tonight. Hand in hand, she dozed off, too.
It has been twelve hours and the sun's rays were basking through her jalousies. Adults don't sleep this well, they had this commonness in their minds. Their stomachs are empty and their bladders were engorged but still they managed to spare a few minutes to osculate and be adored. From then on and all their morning afters forever, they shall be sticking with each other.
We're, like, the psychics of each other's minds. Yes, you are my soul's mate.
She remembered. In one of his dreams, he recalled, "I want to photograph you wearing a dress, frolicking against the tall grasses, in a maize-coloured plain. Your candle-like fingers brushing through the weeds, your nails glamored with brick red." She remembered and she smiled without reluctance. And then she embraced him with all her might.
He immediately dozed off while she and him were watching some black and white animation, based on real events. A tearjerky, she has always been. Thus, she found herself weeping during the film's last chapter. "You are my only friend," a line which triggered her lachrymose ducts to perform their intended purpose. There's no obvious urgency for her to toss and turn tonight. Hand in hand, she dozed off, too.
It has been twelve hours and the sun's rays were basking through her jalousies. Adults don't sleep this well, they had this commonness in their minds. Their stomachs are empty and their bladders were engorged but still they managed to spare a few minutes to osculate and be adored. From then on and all their morning afters forever, they shall be sticking with each other.
We're, like, the psychics of each other's minds. Yes, you are my soul's mate.
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Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Ahmm tall grasses eh? Soul mate never quits.
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