ainslaeigh

my beloved reverie dare you spoil I haven't the heart to let go of the world I've not yet come to know and my beloved reverie dare you thrive may I never awake from thy spell of this drug I've abused so well

...and I may dance against the wind for I am free, yet not of sin. ...and let me burn beneath your whim as this life ends, anew begins. ...and let it be known as the wind howls, 'tis thee I still desire. though I will no longer allow myself, to be your forgotten fire. It is not as if I needed more ...than a singular breath to keep me burning. Perhaps another fire elsewhere, is what you have been yearning. And if you think that what you now have is bliss. Tears will overcome you, knowing you'll never have another fire, like this.