It started with the words. A gusto of angels angling to rip lips from my skull. Then, it fell off. something changed. A word and a gasp merged into something sinister and I whispered "I love you" to the sky.
How does one love an inanimate object? I'v(more)e always wondered. For I think I've care more deeply about the skies and the stars then the people around me. How hearts have fallen...how words have transformed.
I never know what to write in these moments. Words often feel more plentiful then the gashes that line the hallways. In every slip I find something symbolic. I'm hiding my meanings everywhere.
When love gushes and it forms and something is left behind. Where does that thing go? That essence, that word, that lovely and plentiful thing that tells me that someone inside my love and praises and pushes forward.
Existence is a tricky thing. Hope, it's even trickier. How can someone be so happy and so melancholy all at once. I've asked myself and I've ask the sky and the only words that keep coming back to me are "I love you." Over and over again. I love you with all my heard.
Even thing transcends at some point. My transcendence is you. My wish and hope and dream and future...they are all you. And somehow, in some way, they have always been you. It feel off only because the words left me. It fell off only because the silence is so easy.
There's a pie in here for you. It's warm and it's soft and there;s love baked into every crevice. These are the things I do for you. Pies hidden in hearts. Or maybe, the other way around. I love the sounds of you. Of you. Of you. (less)