Deep inside, most low is the wish that dreams high of an outer world that fades to illuminating milky ways
Merely the aftermath of the pieces of you that are missing in me but I think of them out of the corner of my heart
Drops of pain lave away the life lingering in my veins, deafen the screams that find a place even in my fainting whispers
Here recollections intrude into the processes of my solace diverting my inner sensing away to a road climbing a real incline through fantasy
How long will it sacrifice light to the night? My pretty impetus. For as long as a fairytale ending wears the crown in me
Pain, as I know it, is a stretch of happiness narrowed between solitude and regret. Pain is me minus you.