After meeting you, I felt that a thin, silver thread of a connection was made. Barely there... but there nonetheless
No matter how far from you I stray, no matter who I replace you with, This thin little thread won't give.
Believe me I tried.
I’ll always be tied to you.
So forgive me for trying to keep you for myself
It's in my nature to possess what I desire.
You echo in my bones like nothing I've ever felt before.
I have never been more certain about something.
You belong to me.
This I know.

Our souls need to breathe
They're not supposed to be stuck
in these bodies.
That's why our bodies eventually give out and
We "Die"
Our souls crave the sweet relief of exhaling,
some more than others.
Many times we seek this in drugs, alcohol and ***.
Other times we find it in the simplest of forms,
hidden in the corners of our lives,
entangled in the complexity of memory
or out in plain sight,
unnoticed my the eyes of strangers.
I've wandered and wondered all the way into your eyes.
That's where I can breathe.
That's where I'm free.