Ok, so GW is in fact LL, but the reason for that is not as malevolent as many may seem. I was in the hospital for 1, 5 weeks and after felt somehow weird to start writing you guys again with LL. Felt as I had no energy to start writing and talking again; somehow wanted to forget the former self of mine – the sick one. And I guess I thought I’ll die soon anyways so what’s the point, even though many cared about my well-being and destiny. Very selfish of course, but I’m starting to be mentally very unstable knowing my disease and […]
These tears I’m wailing,
I spill not without reason.
Remove them, my dearest love.
Take me to the place I’ve been dreaming of,
where the grotesquely lonely
meet the grotesquely lonely
and they whisper,
just very softly,
Please be mine – at least in our afterlife, Dearest Love.
I think there is a song out there to describe just about any situation.
Never will I forget my black diamond, whom I loved so much.. <3
Our time together felt like a storm, like wild wind and rain, like something too big to handle but too powerful to escape. It blew around me and tangled my hair, left water on my face, made me know that I am alive, alive, alive. There were moments of calm and pause as there are in every storm, and moments when our words fork lightening, at least for each other.
I’ll come, soon….and we’ll have our love again.
My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
Oh dear, my sweet one, loved you so much once and will forever…but never shall we meet again.