Yet silence and smiles all too real, my friend. All too real I love and give of me, for thee.
All truth and no lies lie here. Not a single one, not one. All fire and ice and flesh and bones.
And passion and fury and flames.
"I came out of the woods by choice."
Thunder and lightning and wandering soul of mine. I am every bit mine own. Pressing behind crumbling walls and all the tall things we said. Wasted words and silly dreams. But dreams nonetheless, haunting and lovely.
One heavy heart, two strangled breaths and three seconds for a trigger.
Intentions never speak. I am the walking dead.
Alive and living; all real laughs and tears and fears and here
where pain leaves the body
one speck of dust
There.
She lives.
She
Lives.
