“Even in the darkness, your heart still glows.”

Your words are liquid in my lungs

How could you set my soul alight and can't handle the spark?

I want to swallow you whole I want leave a gaping hole in your soul Just to show you How pretty you are.

Which one is worse: falling apart from the reality that surrounds us or falling in love with the delusions that we created for each other?

I write alone. I write to people who don't exist. I cultivate this isolating existence into a gratifying solitude.

People speak to me through dreams.