A small, elegant tease held in the space between lines. That last turn of phrasing shifts the temperature just enough to register… I may need a fan... I like it, Atticus.

This was the first post I added to Stars. I really wish you were able to add previous posts to a series. Live and learn, I guess...

Thank you, truly. Your kindness lands softly. Hope you're having a lovely day, Crimsin. 🙂

A haunting little echo of where two people are not yet, but somehow already were. A quiet tether in the dark, felt before it’s fully named. As always, Atticus, I enjoyed this write of yours. 🙂

A dim, tender fade of stage and shadow, the whole piece breathes like an elegy, Atticus.