Saturday, 23 October 2010


"i think you're underestimating yourself, there is light coming from you and i can't help but to be attracted to it, i am a moth cry calling a burning leaf and i can promise you, your fire ignites the sky. there isn't many people i can open my ribs to show what i store inside, and even those that do, i cannot say i stay devoted for long, but you have haunted me for some time, even if i have said little in return, know they hold a heavy weight in how i carry my days. so if i move, it isn't you following, it'd be both of us creaking in the ebb and flow."


I cannot express how much this / that meant to me.
you, my dear elusive.
thankyou

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