so, if you have a broken soul like I do and you see someone who still has hope who only needs a few pieces to heal to be a semblance of something whole tell me, my friend, wouldn’t you give your shards to them, too?
I lose myself in this and that my eyes not seeing that or this I laugh and dance and fall to my knees this and that is all I feel I should know that that and this could never last as I fail to flee this and that that or this what does it matter this is it
time slips through my fingers the magic of the world it fades and fades and fades and I wonder every single day what will become of me when my soul plunges into the black sea
you can smell it the war it crawls up your spine and your heart it beats or bursts as the fire surrounds you and as you clutch her hand look into her eyes you can see it the war and you hold on as she nods will you die with me? on the spot
and as he stood before me I asked him for his name “Faith,” he said smiling and I laughed “Faith,” I said as he saw my empty eyes “I have lost a long time ago.”