Phalan Locke || d7 || cb

phalan locke.

oversized sweaters and
hot chocolate cupped in freezing hands and
a heartbeat fixed upon my sleeve, smile sewn to lips that the winter has stolen with its icy kisses. 

mom and dad and
a little sister named Autumn and
a housecat with soft gray fur, splotched by ginger and cream like the milk father pours into his coffee every morning.

sixteen years and
a birthday cake and
a sort of ache within my chest, lonely pang within the depth of my gut- painful like the hunger I have never had to feel. My palms were itchy, cracked and callous by hours spent in the family orchard scrambling up trees and tossing fruit into woven baskets.

fairy tale endings and
princesses in white dresses and
dainty hands to lift her veil, soft red lips to kiss her own and happily ever after was evening spent with their legs tangled together, braiding each other's hair as the sun slipped below the horizon. 

adventure and
heroines with capes wrapped around their shoulders and
the world that I have yet to see, calling to me with her Siren's song.

she waits for me and-




i run.