Lightning Bug Hair by Haylee Massaro

While we were nestled together, You would lie sound asleep, while shadows danced upon the eggshell walls. I was awake. Inching closer, I used to place my head next to yours, on the pillow – Inhaling your lightning bug hair. Kronos had already marked these days, though. But, there I was in this moment, so blissfully unaware. Years have gone by and you’ve moved farther … Continue reading Lightning Bug Hair by Haylee Massaro