Breath of life, it is a wild ocean
always a tide coming and going
in this place, it does not linger long
never holding on, only drifts quietly into night
into stars, into fleeting sparks of fire flies
or in the night waters, a ghostly glow
of phosphorescence, a transient trail
of luminescence that soon
fades and reappears to light
the deepest depths
of sea

When I'm on a cliff, I have the l'appel du vide; the unexplainable strong desire to jump off that certain cliff.
However, you, you would rather jump into conclusions and push me off the cliff.

I'm trying to give you an optimistic view, when you give me your pessimistic thoughts.

It's said that hate and love are felt in the same region of the brain – and I get the feeling that my love towards you is the fountainhead of the hate you have towards me.

I try to keep you alive, but you betray me with your paramour; death.



I realized that we are like Yin and Yang. I'm the light to keep your darkness alive and your the darkness that keeps my light shining. It might be hard sometimes, but our differences are our similarities.

We are a paradox, soulmates connected with a twisted string of fate, which is stained red by the blood from my heart and the blood from your wrists.
I'm your life, your love and – maybe even your paramour death.