kamelie17

The moment I felt Death courting you my rib cage collapsed. I curled into childhood: the strange little girl always alone, talking to herself on the playground, thinking she was whispered a safe solitude of hush-holy clouds, relieved to slip away from mating rituals unnoticed; a detached solitude seeing only in shades of rock beneath a surface any touch or even death couldn't reach. Listen: Love is the beginning of Truth you were the first coup de foudre I climbed and the last amour out of this place. Wherever the courtship carried you, if ever a marriage or honeymoon, I renounce this waiting of hope; this solitude of celibate