shachia

Shake this conviction. Burn the thoughts straight out of my mind.

I am ruin. The towers of the parthenon lie within me. Dust and ending. These things form my essence, my being, my nature. What is there inside me now, but endings and death.

Kiss me and take my world away. I no longer desire these things, these worldly coverings of chairs and tables. Burn the lot and empty the world in front of me. I love you all. Why can't you see that?