Peace can’t exist between a dagger and liar. The more I endure the clearer the fire.

If I remain, odds are this boat will capsize- Whatever it takes to put an end to your lies.

Any flicker of hope is too small for us here so the easiest choice is to drown you my dear.

A day of rememberance, of times that were had. These exist in my mind, yet haunt you instead.

A dream of peace, followed by bludgeoning red, farewell my darling, is what’s left to be said.

Happy Valentines day everyone!

Written a while back:

(I’m really sick right now, and wrote/felt/lived this while meditating in water because being alert and conscious wasn’t what the germs wanted)

I escaped and before I was able to realize where I had gone from, I began to drift across the surface of the water. Travelling this path a voice encouraged me to reach in and pull up as much water in my hand as I could hold. With hand half opened I lifted it from the water and a texture began to form. The water grew warmer and began to pulsate. I knew this device was not my own and that I could never control it. It had to be left alone. I slowly dropped my hand back into the water with fingers stretched. The form of water stayed in my hand and grew as heavy as a liquid metal. Feeling the form pulsate even faster and stronger than before I knew that I could never decide it’s fate but that it might be inclined to stay on it’s own. I will let it rest there, warmer as the days pass, warmer till it burns through my hand or melts into me, creating my new shape. A hand with a heart in it.