I hold you up, hold you close. Away from the harms of the inane world I can not protect you from myself. I will keep trying to free the Beauty that exist in my mind. I wish you could get inside, and swim through my thoughts. float down this stream of consciousness, and blissfully observe the scenery. You will find many shadowy corners were you may want to tread lightly. If you traverse these lands,you may make the voyage to the most alluring destinations, were we may find peace. We can always use a change of scenery close to me
This is an open letter to all of those who don't understand what it means to be tortured by the very person you love Dear Whoever You Are, Humans get a sort of deranged pleasure in loving something that kills them. You see darling, each time i run back to him he sweeps me up in his arms and dips me in the forest we once knew so well in the small glow of the burnt out street lamps and sips up all my happiness just to leave my hollow bones and make the moon my perfect company. You see, it still troubles my vacant mind why I always charge back to him but i do it anyway and that, is the most agonizing part about loving someone who kills you.