Leather cotton candy laced red pin cushions and other abstract contusions fall beneath her ever breaking face. I must retain certain fortitude when apprehending such emotion from her glowing shadow that traces fingers over my four walls. Walls of hope, walls of uninterrupted pleasure and so bleeding my time. As we all do in this place where few linger and all tread. I lay awaiting the moment and planning the structure in my head. Death isn’t that much fun when there’s no one to play with. She whispers clouds into my ears and through my heart, a rather vexed creation. Thoughts all co-align to that something I cannot place a finger to. Reunited with something, lost along time ago. Still I cannot point to what she meant nor do I feel it held much significance now that I feel again. What was it you said when we laid beneath milky ways of amber smoked sunsets and loathed to be ever nearer creation? Who was it that controlled the past and the now ever present future? The one in which we dreamed asleep for nights upon darkest of nights. That ever gleaming light as bright as the surest thing in my life. When it has all ceased to be where will I go and who will I see? You laid and waited, watched from afar as I did. Never seeing the true beauty and could I ever have fathomed the hopelessness that beckons my every step. At this point I cannot control my ambitions towards that goal and I cannot restrain my impulse to show you what you whispered was true and remains to be the eternal crime that we both shared as one entire year passed beneath our feet and we saw the end come far too quick. I’ve helped myself understand and apply this understanding but have come up short on your altar for time heals and leaves only scars.



Sincerely,

Me