samanfaustian

A dim light in the corner barely casts light on my keyboard and my eyes are narrowed into thin lines. The sweet ichors of old grapes fume beneath my nose. Another night filled with nothing but my reflection iridescently playing upon the glass of my window. I find myself in front of this contraption, no better than a TV really. I find everything so mundane and I feel despondent. I dont care much about anything at the moment and my usual carefree drunken nature isnt an indulgence I command at this time. I only feel as if I could be pleased on top of a mountain staring down at the city lights. Just sitting on the edge of a rock smoking and drinking wine staring at the ants below. Sometimes that is a simple pleasure I like to indulge myself with, a form of meditation. Yet as of now I believe I will indulge in a cigarette and stare to the night sky of the south. I will see myself in the stars and looking towards the great expanse that lay below. From the stars I see you and I can know you are okay. I long to feel your breath on my neck again. To feel your porcelain like flesh pressed against mine. In nights such as these I appreciate my loneliness, I welcome the indulgence of a person who wants you at their bosom. I am indebted to the lust of humanity. My sin grows within this eve and will be upon you in less than half a fortnight. I shall truly indulge in my loneliness at that time. I shall decidedly be at your beck and call then. But these are passions best kept within my mind until I can share them body and soul. The night has a chill upon it and the once dim light has faded out, only smoke remains. Narrowed eyes became celestial bodies and gaze upon the fae, only smoke remains.