dear lovely wanderer,
i have ceased all of my firing, i have stopped all of the anger and possessive tendencies to keep myself in a place that i no longer live. i don’t live there anymore. you shouldn’t either. i have pressed all of my flowers and saved all of my poems. i have kissed all of my wounds and bandaged all of my cuts. i have destroyed eden, just to see that you cannot. i have been lured by beauty only to be seduced by intelligence. i have been a bystander, but now i am surrendering all of my forfeit motives, i am a moment inside of a moment trying to remember a moment of when we let go of a moment that took us to another moment that we cried in. i have two modes, fast or really fast. i have a heart big enough to drown cities and even the ocean itself, i will return to the waters and let the waves take me away. i shall return to the stars some day and become constellations safe enough to warrant prayers. i shall become the brightest thing when people are surrendered by their inner darkness and i know that i’m not perfect, but so long as i still breathe inside of my own skin, i know love will never abandon me.
