Tying myself to the train tracks.
The greatest work of art is the great, big world around us and all of the beautiful creatures in it.
Flash fitness mob on the move in the city of Prague.
The slightest touch. Your fingers tracing my spine. A hand on my cheek. You move the hair from my face and smile at me. My ear pressed against your chest, letting your heart sound like a gong through my head. Your sleeping breath tickling the back of my neck. The prospect of forever.
I awaken with a jolt, my chest tight, covered in sweat, tears staining my cheeks.
The prospect of forever.
Spring means sunshine, greenery all around, bright flowers…and bees.