(Not so) modern love letters
by @stesekes
This life we're living, this place we're at, this thing we're feeling. Its amazingly surreal. Like a waking dream that is our reality. Almost too good to be true. And while every rose has gotta have its thorns, even our thorns are, oh, so sweet. Maybe they remind us of how frail we are. How quick a prick could draw blood. And even the blood is sweet. In a way. In a dark twisted beautifully morbid way.
Our way.