you're right. but oh, how you love to be burdened. i’m the source of all your fear and titillation, after all.
thank you for serving as my ego boost for today, i now no longer have a need for anything else and will therefore disappear
perhaps he was never meant to take the hand in front of him. but maybe, just maybe, fate wanted to see how their story would play out. it whispered sweetly into his ear, telling him to take the other's hand and introduce himself.
get out of my head before i do what i know is best for you. get out of my head before i listen to everything she said to me. get out of my head before i show you how much i love you. get out of my head before i finish writing this poem.
when the full moon rises right above the sea, it casts a straight reflection of light across the water. it becomes a shining, silver-blue light that looks as if it's connected to the heavens above. i've waded into the freezing sea and chased after that ray of moonlight before.
no matter how many hundreds of times i stand on the brink of death, i will stay by heath's side. and i won’t let him cry about it. i'll make him get used to seeing me covered in blood. for the sake of our future and our freedom.
