A mind possessed by unmade books, unwritten lines on empty hooks. - Michael Faudet
Good night - may you fall asleep in the arms of a dream, so beautiful, you'll cry when you awake. - Michael Faudet
A mind possessed by unmade books. - Michael Faudet
I spend most nights at home falling in love with the idea of you. - Michael Faudet
I could taste the salt on her lips, each kiss like a summer wave breaking on an empty beach. - Michael Faudet