#ghys

I am not scared of death, because in the hallway that we call life, you are the light at the end of the tunnel. I will not walk to the end of the corridor unless I see your silhouette, I refuse the notion of the moon rising because I know that you will always rise up onto my feed in the morning, you are the reasons lakes reflect the beauty of the stars, except let me be the lake and show you how beautiful you are. They say a picture paints a thousand words, yet whenever I see your face all I can think is the words beautiful, stunning, if I saw your face reflected back in a roman bust I'd turn into Pygmalion. I want to stich your face into the fabric of time, I want to etch your voice into every song known to mankind, I want to paste your soul into the sun so every morning I can feel the warmth of your gaze on me. You are my kindred spirit, my working hours, my morning, my evening, my moonlight and song.

Woke up an hour and a half early and couldnt get back to sleep bc. Food + bathroom. Only a half hour til alarm so no reason to try and sleep again so.

[whispers] your last tag made me think of a hypothetical person named geese who spells it ghys

Don't die. You're valuable. -G