Your salt clusters upon my eyes, stinging nettles and traipsing flies.
The clouded window I wipe clean, a fog of something I once seen.
Fragmented dreams kiss my fingers, an unwound story that lingers.
“The One Thing That Keeps Me Human”~Rick Yancey’s The Isle of Blood
Last book of the series thus far; the agony is making me relive the days of waiting for the next Harry Potter…so to keep me from voraciously devouring this novel, I will require myself to draw every scene that snatches my attention…therefore stopping my reading.
posted 5:20 pm on Sunday, July 29, 2012 with 70 notes