I forgot how it felt to hold a paperback in your hands, the smooth cover and the weight held in your hands, that book smell.
The crisp pages you turn, with each breath soaking in the words forming a story that only you can hear.
It’s almost like it just melts in your hands sending vibrations through you, jolting you gently as you curl up under a warm blanket with a cup of tea and you think to yourself, “this is so good”, aching for the next word, hanging on to what happens next; but you feel a calmness as you find yourself comforted by each page and by the end you experience every emotion, because the journey has ended, but your left with the thought of those words, on those crisp pages.
Paperback.

Everyday with you is a dream.
Today you made me laugh so hard I cried.
You looked into my eyes and sang to me.
We talked for hours.
Everyday with you is a dream,
Today I giggled yelling “come get me” and I ran across the house, hid in the corner giggling, giggling so loud, you found me and of course that was my plan.
You came over saying how did you fit in there?
Giggling the whole time and cracking jokes about it all.
You give me this feeling like there’s no way any of this could be real, a dream come true, like a fairy tale.
All of us laughing, I know this can’t be real.
You’re home.
I swear, everyday with you is a dream.

Speak of the devil, I once heard and when you entered the room it shook
And your darkness emerged with my light
Giving you a piece of the moon on the most black of nights.
A beast emerged and he smiled, there; weak and surrendered I became yours, for your darkness matched mine, for I had been seeking you for decades of eternities.
Your arm and mine, I touched you and you became my weakness, bound to you forever.
You are my dark sun, my beast, I soak you in and feel your warmth, on our beautiful island;
Where the water caresses the sand, the water being the clearest blue, my favorite place in the world, right next to you.
Speak of the devil.

I would follow you into madness, for you are my moon. You are the dim light, pulling me out of the abyss.

Little thoughts floating like cute fluffy clouds, space and time and ****, gone,
Sometimes it starts to rain, and things speed up, whirlwinds, disasters and I’m running away from it or even to it for that matter.
I’m the tornado, it swirls inside of me.
I can’t stop it.
I can’t control it.
The world is so fast and it’s faster than my tornado, I can’t slow it down.
When I try, it’s like standing in hyper speed.
I am lost.
Inside of me inside of it.
I’m dizzy. I’m tired.
Just slow down a little bit.
Just for me to catch up.
I’m the tornado.
I miss the fluffy clouds.
Everything is fast.
Little thoughts.

I find parts of you climbing into me.
Your touch is all I crave; you’re all I see.
When I’m broken, you come and fix me.

When the lights go out, and the darkness succumbs, I can feel your breath on my skin.
I breathe you in, you’re my oxygen.

You’re the moonlight, in my darkness.
Your wings wrapped around me, when I’m cold and damp from the storm; when the waves have carried me under, you pick me up and say that I’m yours.

You’re my protector, I’m always yours to keep.
You’re my Captain, my lighthouse, I’ll follow you anywhere.

I’ll love you forever. Each and every day.
You always find a way to steal my breath away.
Your words and your touch is all I need.
So please tell me I’m always yours to keep.

I’m bound to you forever.
My heart is yours.
I’ll sail with you forever, until we find our shore.

I fell into a well.
I tried the best I could to scream and yell.
I tried to grab the sides to climb back up, but there I had no such luck.
“What the ****, what the ****** ******* ****”
Stuck in the muck, trapped in my little hell hole, and for sure; I know I shall die down here.
It’s wet and I’m cold.
I’m shaking.
What can I do? Nothing, nothing, nothing.
I find myself lost, trapped in emptiness.
I’m cold and I’m lost, no one shall ever find me here.
Here in this rocky well, with my blood smeared from climbing on the sides here.
No one will ever know I’m here.
But where is here if you dare to ask.
All I have left is this small flask.
My heart it bled, when I fell down this well, but as you may not know, it’s not a real well.
It might as well be, with a hole this deep, that pulls me back and won’t leave me be.
This ache in my soul, it follows me.
It follows me in the depths of the darkness in my mind.
I try to climb.
I try to get out but I’m lost here, in the shadows of the dark.
My skin becomes wet, my heart feels hollow, melting into nothing with these empty shadows.
“Pull me out! I scream
But no one can hear.
So I linger.
I wait, until the ladder appears.
Your hand reaches out to me and I climb.
Every time I fall in, you somehow find me.
You always try to save me, but somehow I’ll always find myself, back in the well.