lordelessar

... I still have the aftertaste of your sweaty body, salty like the ocean, yet sweet like the river... caressing the most intimate part of your soul with images and words, answering the questions of this artificial being... Tell me, was it worth it? Do you think its time for me to leave? Should I stay tonight? Should I remain centered in this place again? I want you to read each one of my feelings; all of my temperamental answers to this chaotic purgatory...

...are you asleep? Are you listening to me?
Yesterday I saw you naked once again... I was shaking... Everyday I fall into this black hole of love, once Im inside Ill never get out, that's the promise of love... joyous suffering... how contradicting, I almost felt as if it wouldn't make sense ever... touch me...

It's been a month now... Im still in the same place you left me, with the same marks... the marks you left when I told you about how important it was for you to forget about him, the day you took those pills... why won't you hold me anymore? Why won't you turn my pages? Why won't you let me taste that colorful ink once again? Why won't you talk to me like you used too? I know you don't have many friends... Im here for you but you've been lying on the floor for a couple of days now...