Painted Within MeLoving you is unceasing torture, wrapped in immeasurable pleasure.Like swimming in water so clear and blue the sharks below look as though they glide in nothing but air. And at any moment, I could fall into their open jaws.With you, the highs are dizzying.Reaching up into space where time and gravity are distorted beyond belief.Where there is nothing but the stillness of infinity.The tremor of awe.The feeling that you are all that exists.In turn, the lows could descend into something far beyond grief. A darkness with the capacity to tear the soul to nothing.Reduce the body to ash.Render the heart incapable of beating.L
The Chameleon and the LeechDo you even remember which colors belong to you?They shift, change, and undulate with unsettling constancy.To the point where you've become a walking piece of meaningless, abstract art. A regurgitation of everything you've ever seen..Onto a canvas that isn't even your own.You'll go so far as to lie. To say you created a specific shade with your own hands. When in reality it was stolen, without remorse, from someone else. From someone who put years of heart, soul, and careful thought into blending it. From someone who held it up to the light hundreds of times..Smiling a little as it came closer and closer to the vision enca
Hollow Memory of a Distant ShoreYou are like a long passed season.As delicate as the footprints of sparrows in freshly fallen snow. Intricate, yet so easily disturbed when care is not taken. Somehow, you have managed to persist after all these years.Residing in the same quiet place you carved into the woods so long ago..Only a short ride from the sea.When you cross my mind, you carry with you the scent of that shoreline.Harsh and thick, yet somehow placating. Though the weather was perpetually gray, misty, and cold. Much like your heart had become..Just before we painfully, and slowly, parted ways.I recall with deep longing your fascination with foxes
It doesn't matter how bright you were then. Everything becomes a memory eventually..