Friday, December 9, 2011

Oath?

Sometimes my body aches in ways I can't even comprehend. I don't want anything and I don't want anybody. The moments that I exhaust myself to the point of despondence; I just want to rest my head on your chest and finally fall asleep. This entire time and counting... it feels like I haven't slept a wink. I swear I do better most days now. It's just these nights. Nothing means anything right now. It's like I was someone else with you. Someone whole. And so every single day, without fail, I feel the suddenness of wanting to rush back to you. Every single day.

Still.

ARCHIVE, FUCKERS (for Ace-like purposes)