• Seeing you feels me with grief. You make me want to curve my words in a more convoluted less sexual fashion. The feeling of witch I can not seem to comprehend you thrive off of. Thriving, what a cryptic word in itself. The fact that you can take this pain of witch life seems and wants to be and you use that like a pill and take it as often as some drink coffee. Not doing this can do only but one thing to a person like me and what that is I'm unsure of, but I am sure that it is shown in my life as well as the after and beyond. The demonstrable heaven of hereafter is only fond when your soul is willing to take your preconsidered conscious and turn that inside out. Something me and you think in common. The fact that you and me can ever be in the least not a like but the same hits me harder that a golden bullet to the thigh.

    In my time of anarchy it makes me think of letting go of the ado and giving you the risky gamble to metamorphosize me to a clean way of abstraction. Than I find it when you are near that silver lining in the sky is so much brighter and... spacial to me. When tomorrow becomes today you teach me to turn my sorrow into song. But I can't help to think this is apocryphal. To be wrong in this new world seems to be right. No mistakes only new adventure on a new day. You make me think that all my dark shadows can transform into clouds and embrace us in a warm spring rain.

    This odyssey you have took me on soon falls to a drift and I want to slip into my old ways. You can seem to give me the strength to try but I give myself the equivocation to fail. Why do I feel so copy, pasted. The loneliness will never leave. Evin though a few things in my heart and mind are destroyed I still hope I will be there on you mind, in your dreams, and your intuition to "help" others like you have helped me. I have came to my fruition and you and I as us can no long go on, I just can't look at this mirror anymore. I whisk you, it into the ocean. Maybe one day you will return but until then I must go isolated. To be forlorn is to be home for me.

    "I'm lost at sea with out a friend. This journey will it ever end? Who will rescue me?"