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kiramoriMy heart is beating out of my chest, what do you mean you can't go with me? I gaze in awe, dazed. These eyes struck me in my soul, the slipstream carrying it to a higher plane of existence. I hear the unfathomable bells ring aloud and feel the alienating blinding dazzle, searing those letters you wrote etternaly inside.
I just can't take these feelings anymore, it's so overwhealming. My love, i just wish for you to flourish into a perfect bloom, but still, you are but a budding disaster. If only there was a way to genetically engineer your id and sistematically touch up your ego, i could've made you perfect. Added the misconception this would've actually made you better, not just destroyed everything that makes you interesting in the first place.
I miss things how they were before. You, indeed, are so unique, Darling. A celestial being made of the mundane, a spectral arrangement, a discordant choir, so improbable and flawed, wonderfully flawed.
I don't deserve this, I did everything I could. I slept on the way back, I promisse to hold you for dear life. Drama dampens the horrid illusions of the mind, for they are ephemeral, simple things. Deep are the dredges housing your sweet dreams, i promisse we will find them, okay?
And everytime I hear those songs it just hits me all over again. I am unable to provide whatever cost it may have, fire unleashed is not enough, but i shall not contempt, for i have flesh and bones. My blood will be the silver lining that ties our loose ends together.
This ethereal feeling, it's hard to explain. If summer could last for eternity, i would have it figured it out already — but to what end, you say? I just feel i would be the happiest if i ever found it out. Hope i had iron hardened beliefs could suffice for an enlightened mind, but it ultimately hinges on one's willingness to indulge in meddlings it abhors, for knowing is just that.
So when i look up, the moon, the stars. Neither remind me of you.
I love you, so much. I should say i always will.
Long gone are the times these feeling bothered me.
Looking up, i just have this ethereal feeling, the same one i had before, the one that's hard to explain. In it, i dream.
At a beach, not a worry in the world.
The nostalgia of what could have been.
I just can't take these feelings anymore, it's so overwhealming. My love, i just wish for you to flourish into a perfect bloom, but still, you are but a budding disaster. If only there was a way to genetically engineer your id and sistematically touch up your ego, i could've made you perfect. Added the misconception this would've actually made you better, not just destroyed everything that makes you interesting in the first place.
I miss things how they were before. You, indeed, are so unique, Darling. A celestial being made of the mundane, a spectral arrangement, a discordant choir, so improbable and flawed, wonderfully flawed.
I don't deserve this, I did everything I could. I slept on the way back, I promisse to hold you for dear life. Drama dampens the horrid illusions of the mind, for they are ephemeral, simple things. Deep are the dredges housing your sweet dreams, i promisse we will find them, okay?
And everytime I hear those songs it just hits me all over again. I am unable to provide whatever cost it may have, fire unleashed is not enough, but i shall not contempt, for i have flesh and bones. My blood will be the silver lining that ties our loose ends together.
This ethereal feeling, it's hard to explain. If summer could last for eternity, i would have it figured it out already — but to what end, you say? I just feel i would be the happiest if i ever found it out. Hope i had iron hardened beliefs could suffice for an enlightened mind, but it ultimately hinges on one's willingness to indulge in meddlings it abhors, for knowing is just that.
So when i look up, the moon, the stars. Neither remind me of you.
I love you, so much. I should say i always will.
Long gone are the times these feeling bothered me.
Looking up, i just have this ethereal feeling, the same one i had before, the one that's hard to explain. In it, i dream.
At a beach, not a worry in the world.
The nostalgia of what could have been.