Christopher Writing

With winter’s burning wind lashing at my face I slowly turn and walk away from this place. The place that I had once called hom..

‎ I am more lost than you know. I cant even find the shore. Left to drift on the deep blue sea. Dying from the thirst of love. ..

Love is the connection of strings sparking electricity in the hearts. For how long can fate keep them intertwined? Bound to unwind, frayi..