If Sherlock's got a Mind Palace, I've got This

hello darkness

be kind to me. you’re almost all around me.

Neruda is playing and there are no tears.

Words do not string themselves into articulate thoughts, like bits and pieces that do not fathom themselves into coherent whole.

The feelings are many but words are few. There are not enough words in all kinds of dictionaries in the world to describe the contents of my brain in hyperdrive.

I thought writing about it will help, but the pen will not write and the screen remains blank.

What’s wrong? What’s wrong?

We repeat ourselves for clarity. 

But Fall Out Boy is on loop

And I was window shopping at Toys R Us

and I cut my hair

I know there was no beginning of an us I never planned to have one anyway

I just know that for a long time I adored you so so much It’s everything about you

And I’d even dare say that we are soulmates And how dare you not realize that to be true

I thought I loved words before you But when you came the second time I realized you wielded them with so much beauty and perfection, they started to look and sound and mean different.

Like you’re reintroducing me to the dictionary for the first time.

And it’s not just that! Everything you do is art!

I know for a long time now that I love you

But I also know that this is the kind of love that sets the other free

Because to love is also to appreciate from a distance.

I’ll probably keep on loving you

And I’ll also know I’ll never have you.