I love bones. I love skin. I love lungs, how they make a chest rise as a person inhales. I love dawn I love running as I pass through mist on cold mornings. I love coffee late at night with a cigarette. I love the little things that people do, such as how they move or how they touch. I love knowing I'm alone consumed by silence and the air is filled with conscious thought. I love dark things, creepy things, ****** up fairy tales and beauty in the most hideous of creatures. I love the colour grey, I love when it rains in the city and every man that passes is cloaked in dark trenchcoats. But mostly, I love waking up when you sleep so softly and innocently next to me, and I feel that everything is safe.