In the hush of untamed desires and with lovely singing conspirer’s, my body weeps as I hold the white hot fire. I wonder why I torture myself with burning devotion as if it’s the best thing for my health—a notion. I get lost in the smoke and tangled in its choke, we float into the clouds, where things get better in the here and now. I’m Breathing clearly and taking in the alligators in the sky so dearly. Your shape is always there, with my name drawn everywhere. To say I love you would really fall short, for how I really feel for such a desirable soul.
I leave this message with the void to be carried to you with the noise. Have a good night tonight. I hope your heart is fulfilled and light.