An Artist Out In The Rain🌧

You are pure beauty, art, a masterpiece so lovely. You are more than the desirable permanent ink that everyone wants written on their skin as an infinite marking. I desire for you to be my infinite ink. I desire for you to be pressed breathless against my skin. Wavelengths, patterns.. I desire for you to be drawn into me.

This feeling, I cannot explain. Mend my words for me and see what I see. Take my visuals and feel them along with me. Your scenery, the complexity of your simplicity, you are more than everlasting to me. No, the finest of my art works cannot show enough empathy at a time like this, nor will my timeless imprints.. But, know that these bloodstreams of mine will run dry whenever it comes to you. These lungs will give out into the fumes of a drained evergreen soul just to comfort your loneliness with something such as my mere presence.

Your existence, I must take into my own.

One. Your very existence, I desire to be a part of it for the longest. Your very veins, stream them along with my own. Withdraw them from their place of being and show them my safety. Rip my heart out from the boniness of my rib cage and break the near bridges of my framing. Your existence, I must take into my own. I may wince in pain, but I’ve been drawn to intertwine our bridges as one. Replace my heart with your still beating own.. I desire to be your rhythms. My rhythms. Our rhythms. 

I’m taking a fatal fall that may result in my own injury.

Collide your skull of leaking inner thoughts into mine, I desire to feel pain for as long as time request me to. At least, my time will have value in its consumption. Give me the power to have telepathic memory in every one of my movements whenever the thought of you lurks in the creases of my mind. I would love to be nothing more than blind whenever the rest of the worlds existence runs against me. Before I am captivated, god forsaken, I want you to smother every inch of me. I don’t know what it’s like to live in a world where colors are just colors and music is just music. I’ve learned to live in a world of difference. You are the colors that paint the walls around me. You are the music. You are so beautiful… I simply cannot live without you. I would never want to.

I can’t help it, I’m utterly in love with you.

You are pure beauty, art, a masterpiece so lovely. You are more than the desirable permanent ink that everyone wants written on their skin as an infinite marking. I desire for you to be my infinite ink. I desire for you to be pressed breathless against my skin. Wavelengths, patterns.. I desire for you to be drawn into me.

This feeling, I cannot explain. Mend my words for me and see what I see. Take my visuals and feel them along with me. Your scenery, the complexity of your simplicity, you are more than everlasting to me. No, the finest of my art works cannot show enough empathy at a time like this, nor will my timeless imprints.. But, know that these bloodstreams of mine will run dry whenever it comes to you. These lungs will give out into the fumes of a drained evergreen soul just to comfort your loneliness with something such as my mere presence.

Your existence, I must take into my own.

One. Your very existence, I desire to be a part of it for the longest. Your very veins, stream them along with my own. Withdraw them from their place of being and show them my safety. Rip my heart out from the boniness of my rib cage and break the near bridges of my framing. Your existence, I must take into my own. I may wince in pain, but I’ve been drawn to intertwine our bridges as one. Replace my heart with your still beating own.. I desire to be your rhythms. My rhythms. Our rhythms. 

I’m taking a fatal fall that may result in my own injury.

Collide your skull of leaking inner thoughts into mine, I desire to feel pain for as long as time request me to. At least, my time will have value in its consumption. Give me the power to have telepathic memory in every one of my movements whenever the thought of you lurks in the creases of my mind. I would love to be nothing more than blind whenever the rest of the worlds existence runs against me. Before I am captivated, god forsaken, I want you to smother every inch of me. I don’t know what it’s like to live in a world where colors are just colors and music is just music. I’ve learned to live in a world of difference. You are the colors that paint the walls around me. You are the music. You are so beautiful… I simply cannot live without you. I would never want to.

I can’t help it, I’m utterly in love with you.