[can I hide there too? hide in the air of him.]
something like... less than alive. sleep comes too quickly now. exhaustion. i attempted to transfer emotion to canvas with color. turned out less than amateur. yesterday was a disaster. i opened my eyes too early. i closed them too soon. everything that happened in between was pulling me apart. every event ripped pieces of my body off. each getting their own part of me. all i wanted was to gather every bit of myself and hand them over to the one person in the world that is capable of keeping them safe. keeping them whole and never letting them go. he is the beautifullest, fragilest, still strong, dark and divine. and the littleness of his movements hides himself. he invents a charm that makes him invisible. hides in the air. i deserve to be ripped apart, though. i don't deserve him. but if there was ever a way for us to exist together, it would be far away from here. alone. hidden. if anyone ever thought of taking a chance, fighting every opposition, going against everything, leaving it all for one chance of happiness, one last opportunity to make this world ours... now would be the time. right now. just for a second.
- posted by angela @ 4:45 PM