it is a force that runs itself through me, a bold pull, a soul-breath, a warm violet in between skin and spirit. I am robbed of you, my love. anchor my heart; laid in deserted need to recapture the forgotten touch of emotions, hidden in a plain abstraction of imagery, I am devoured by the cruel unconscious. this, another predicted torment, of one's own devil; secluded, buried deep in a violent loss of self. my direction is aimless, all that I am, is a speck of fearful hope sprinkled over the devastating ground of reality.
the loud splashing waves, of fragile emotional expressions, are quiet, within a mind that wishes to say nothing.
I miss you, terribly...
... And I'm terrified that maybe the dreamy song is ending.
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