About needing and breathing the grasp of love. |
The Matter of Want. Kaitlin Wong I sleep each night, fighting against the fact that he might not be here. Some nights, the tears roll down, like fragile crystals, down my cheeks. Grasping in the depths of dreams that he’s there. Until, dark clouds awaken to the face of reality. More tears unroll. It takes a special capability to want a person’s heart so bad. It takes time. Waiting. Risking everything. Wanting it. The fog unravels, the beautiful, your love. Don’t give up. Run after the fog. No matter how dark it is. Run. Run, until your lungs die out. He moves forward more. Darker into this world. You have to follow after. Tree tangles and branches. Grave stones and owls. Dark skies and crisp fog. Imagining death awakening, for love. Roses and pedals. Bright skies and teddy bears. Hugs and kisses. Imaging the easy awakening, for love. Take the death awakening. Chase after him, do not lure him. Increase your heartbeat, do not pleasure it. Have your whole future with him, do not last it for weeks. Difficulties fight against the weak and defenseless. In the war of love, the difficulties lead to the success and happiness. Wanting every bit of your love, forever. |