I miss you so much. It's so hard to stay in touch with myself and not to run away from the pain of losing the illusion of you being half of my heart.
Silence is the result of the violence that you were not listening. Just like it is the independance that you cannot interference what I want to say.
Grief is just love with no place to be.
Not every glance of love gets a chance to be.
My layershave shelteredmy sparklingas long as I werenot able to handle.
After the death's eye had a glimpse of you and you were lucky enough that it was just passing through, it gave you a chance to choose between to be passively dead or actively wonderful.