The Blue, Blue Sky

  Everyone sees the sky filled with clouds and hope. Only lovers see the same colors and friends see the same shapes. I don’t know why this is, I simply that it is the fact. You, as much as you deny it, you know too. You believe it with every fiber of your being, just as you believe in magic behind everything. Yes, you are right, there is magic in everything, there is peace in love, and there is hope in life. I think you might want to find that before deciding whether or not you should take such a precious life.

The Memories Became People

I know for a short while you tried that lifestyle, and even the one I live now. I know you did not enjoy them, so you crafted your own from the molds of your skin. I know you are going mad wondering what I will make of myself and who others will be because of me. But I need you to stop worrying, I need your mind somewhere safe… please.  

The Way I Meant to End the Letter

Should you ever need to become a work of art I could reshape you from nothing but clay with only my hands as a reference. That is how much time we spent together before I lost myself while trying to find myself. Should you ever need to become a story for those to come along in the future I could write in my sleep. That is how well I know you, even now, now that I am absent from this life you love so much. Should you ever need to become more than you are, I would convince the world that you were God. That is how much love I have for you in this tattered, torn heart.

If you have found this, I hope you understand. Now that you have seen this, I want you to know that it is the sign you have been looking for.

The Patterns People Make

Will you be the best part of my life?

The Never Ending Rampage

Ghosts everywhere quoting all the best things you've ever said to me.  Spiders are forming webs over the locked boxes of our memories - unforgotten yet ignored for months. Demons asking for pain to feast on; trying to make me miss you more than I already do or want to tear you to shreds for leaving me again. Witches came by to collect tears of the broken hearted and blood of the dead thing sitting inside of me, for spells and potions more insane than your wildest dreams. Banshees are afraid of me because this pain makes my shrill screams so much worse than theirs. It's all because of you. This year, Halloween will be beyond memorable.