She grabs my hand and whispers softly;

Where do you want to go?

Anywhere?

an endless choice; I am not good with uncertainties

and she knows how to manipulate
a pleasure into pain, and in reverse,

That's why I hold her hand, begging for adventure, green forests where the only sound
is birdsong,

endless oceans where we can
flex our mermaid's tails

It is not always so bright, sometimes she aches for hot coals,
for needles lined up perfectly, a different space, a different light

However, I will follow her,
as she is half of me,
and if her mind is fixed on a stroll through Hell, dancing with devils and drinking blood.

I will be by her side, waiting for the next whisper, quietly muttering blindly

for light