And the best things about her were never how she dressed.
Neither when she danced circles around me when she held my hand.
It was as simple and unsettling like an open flame, that I held for warmth and to feel.
The line blurred between us for my surrealism and hard drawn lines for reality.
Maybe it was the knife edge she gave me as I traced runes on my left arm.
Mystical experiences that left blood on my lips. Was that it?
I am the child of the sun, and she was the space in between my heavenly Father and just like her signsake, she keeps me in places where I never have been.. and never will again.
I'm where I should be.
And I'll never be again whole.
Just like how movements are fluid, and how feelings are fleeting.
Firespark. Dreamstate. Singing in silence.
That, is the best thing.
And with her.
Me, to you.