Love, love, love...My precious memory. I remember every second even though you are gone. Nowhere on this earth. Somewhere inside me.
I want to suck it all in. Keep your heart and capture it forever in my conciousness. Every single second. Moment. Until my heart explodes. You are here. Still here.
I enjoy talking to you in dreams, doing all the things we used to do. I never want to lose that. Never leave me. Completley.
The touch of your hand, a whisper. Goodnight. Tonight was a good night, with you by my side. Sometimes I wish I would never wake up. Some days I wish I could just stay with you forever.
The reality of the waking world makes me realize why you wished to escape it so desperatley. People, people, too many fucking people. Insulting the landscape just by existing. By being here. Cancerous insects that never shut up. That knaw away at everything that is beautiful until there is nothing left but a pile of festering toxic garbage.
But you weren't entirely misanthropic. You weren't devoted to the types of extremes that cause so many people to become unbearable to tolerate. You could still appreciate things that were overlooked by most and possessed a depth of wisdom that was rare. Precious. Which made your departure all the more upsetting.
That is why I still treasure my time with you in dreams. Still here. My beautiful friend..
I want to suck it all in. Keep your heart and capture it forever in my conciousness. Every single second. Moment. Until my heart explodes. You are here. Still here.
I enjoy talking to you in dreams, doing all the things we used to do. I never want to lose that. Never leave me. Completley.
The touch of your hand, a whisper. Goodnight. Tonight was a good night, with you by my side. Sometimes I wish I would never wake up. Some days I wish I could just stay with you forever.
The reality of the waking world makes me realize why you wished to escape it so desperatley. People, people, too many fucking people. Insulting the landscape just by existing. By being here. Cancerous insects that never shut up. That knaw away at everything that is beautiful until there is nothing left but a pile of festering toxic garbage.
But you weren't entirely misanthropic. You weren't devoted to the types of extremes that cause so many people to become unbearable to tolerate. You could still appreciate things that were overlooked by most and possessed a depth of wisdom that was rare. Precious. Which made your departure all the more upsetting.
That is why I still treasure my time with you in dreams. Still here. My beautiful friend..