can you imagine how it is after about two years of not having written a word of having fought with this and that how it is to be sitting here , after two years of having to remind yourself that maybe not everything about the bond you once had to words is lost and then then just sitting here and trying honestly , it is nothing else than trying but if it something like simulating how it was back in the days that it takes to take me back on that path well then let the movie start I guess I need something at this very point of my life.that will somehow help me lead myself..
so here is " a promise made"
for invigoration she kisses stones meanwhile he prefers to let his hair grown long long into his head in the hope that the tips of his hair strings will tickle whatever he should be bringing back to life instead of what he designs as life when he wakes up in the morning she however refines her definitions and expectations of a lover meanwhile this poor fellow will have to have four pair of arms enough water in his eyes to let waterfalls pour down when she sings him a selfwritten song and enough air in his lung to sigh whenever their phonecall comes to an end he sitting in his room on the other side of town wonders how he can expand his skin just enough to create the cope that she demands for so that her long deep glance can dance upon his pores become endless for me she screams and needs and asks him for he scores high when it comes to calculating what he will need for this love for the coming years somehow like packing an emergency kit for every day for every single day but he knows that she needs his affection she needs it in a way that others need a given instinct to cross the street without being hit by a car every time he knows well that she would be scattered upon all of earth's surface from the daily collisions that him drifting away would cause so he stays so he stays and how he stays he stays in a way more stable and solid than any tree on burnt down war ground could stay not even for reasons of being rooted deeply he stays more like a naked human would stand on a battle ground in the absolute knowledge that he could run away any time any given time but he just stands there not even shivering he cannot tell her of this image she wouldn't understand she would only hear the word "battle" highlighted by some heavenly force it would pierce through her ears and reach her bones where they would do more harm than he could imagine so as said he stays I never understood why but he stays he creates new rituals , new ways to combine the old food on their plate and he will continue feeding her using his fingers as a fork , because a fork would be like an attack on her mouth so he uses his fingertips as the only instrument to be allowed in between them they stay I cannot understand why but they stay she knits him a scarf of silence and he softly tapes her eyelids onto her cheek and they fall asleep after they kiss like a couple of elders with a long sigh as if frightened that something else than sleep will follow every single night
you have to be my faviorite writer ever. the best iv ever come across. iv read so many pages, a mole of pages. and ur the best. it would be a travisty to loose your talents
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please, forever, do
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Tragidy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you fall into an open sewer and die.
Want to be a vampire?----------------->[link]
I live for the day I die.
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