Amylwa

something occurred to me tonight. the world, is such a big place. six-point-four billion, at the least. it's hard to believe, that the life each of us leads has a place, has a purpose. you know, sometimes people like to be alone, so they're turn to what essentially is, nature. maybe visiting a beach, or just lying under the stars, or even maybe walking somewhere far away from everything. nature is what we rely on to keep our mind balanced; but i'm not sure whether you could be classed as nature. but you are beautiful. you too are ancient, and implacable. your hair blows in the wind and your blood flows just as strong as that of a river. you

she spent her nights coughing up a bitter resentment for the world she lived in, and her days were wasted on the now-evanescent clichés she couldn't ever fathom. and all that could be thought in the dank, dark living room, was how her ability to write, made her lose her ability.  

come to think of it, i have never told you what exactly you mean to me. i've always said simple things, implied things, acted upon things, made simple gestures. but not once have i had a chance to say words that tell you everything. not once. i suppose, if i were to find the words, find the exact words that perfectly, absolutely perfectly demonstrated what exactly i mean when i say i love you, perhaps it'd be almost like writing a number in terms of pi instead of a decimal. it'd be perfect, and accurate. and complete. though, finding those words would mean clambering to the deepest roots of my mind, to the very start of what it is that i now

dear you, I love you, and I know, that nothing else matters. from, me.