“The darkness is still there. Everpresent. Your eyes take me in and I am lost. I have been down here so long everything is starting to look the same. I think I should like to go on kissing you forever.
But this is all the same nothing I can’t help but create.”
11:49 pm 1 note
The rain never seemed to end. The bleak, grey sky hung over the bleak, grey city, and we waited. I held my breath, waiting for the rain and my heart to stop. We held hope in our hands like the cigarettes we set fire to. Take another drag; breathe in the despair.
It was the end of all endings, and that night marked the first. The air was heavy with sorrow, and still we waited. Watching as the clouds opened up and shared their secrets; shared more than you’ll ever share with me. It was always heavy, the smoke clung to my fingers.
My heart gave out long before the rain.
10:19 pm 1 note
“I am becoming a being of smoke and darkness. That ever present ticking. Time counts down as things break off and fall apart. The sickness inside is the mark you made. Always, the hunger.
Nothing will fill the void.”
“The ground is shifting; I can see it splitting into parts. I am splintering with it; do you feel those shards I left under your skin? But when does the shaking stop?”
“I worry that I do not live life to the fullest; that days spent alone, inside are nothing but wasteful. Do we truly only have one chance to make everything we desire possible? There is beauty in the simplest of actions; the wind on my skin, the light through the trees, the smoke as it spirals away. But it’s the absence of your heartbeat, and your fingerprints on my skin, that leaves me aching and hollow. For you have never really lived until you’ve welcomed the darkness into your arms, and tasted it on your tongue. Until you’ve danced in the shadow of Death himself.”
3:27 pm 5 notes