#dear darkotic

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Hiding from flames.

Dear Darkotic, I keep posting pictures because they say what I can't say to you. Even now I'm hiding behind them. I'm still trying to hide from you, afraid of feeling completely exposed. Afraid is what I am but I'm still trying to pin point "of what". I want to find the words to express to you how I feel. This may seem selfish but I want these words to capture your attention however, behind that impulse only remains fear. I can't capture fire without getting burned.                                       With love,                                               Kibi.

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I can hear you.

Dear Darkotic, It’s getting late for me but I have feeling you’re awake. I don’t mean like a hunch, I mean a literal feeling that where ever you are right now you’re awake. I guess that’s kind of an odd thing to say but its how I feel. I was in bed reading tonight and it reminded me of when you’d get off work late and I would stay up to talk but on occasion you would simply play guitar and I would read. That’s all that was needed. Words weren’t there and they didn’t need to be for us to be okay in that moment. There was something comforting and quiet about being the only one awake in the house, at my desk, listening to you play. Not like the quiet I get now from simply  being the only one in the house. If I listen carefully I can still hear you play. Its a haunting echo mixed in the white noise on nights like this. What I wouldn’t give to just hear you again. To have that peace of knowing we were okay in all the silence brought on by the night.  Goodnight Darkotic.                                     With love,                                             Kibi.