Suffocate in my Arms
The windows to hearts in the world are always there. Some are closed with the blinds drawn. Others, forever wide open. But we must choose to open our windows to the sight of others. If you choose not to open up, you have chosen not to touch the world. If only those special beings could see that there is so much more to this life than meets the eye. A flower blooms in the spring. The wind blows it over its soft, weak petals. But yet it stands. Its strength contradicts that of the wind. It may be... Sign in to see full entry.