He V. He

Some of my followers just DESERVE baked goods, created in their likeness’, with my love written on them with multicolored icing…but I can burn cereal so….

She’s never been much of a talker,
but that’s okay. We speak in a different language;
One where the vocalization of thoughts means little.

Her eyes scream the words I need to hear,
in a language long lost to the modern world,
while my fingers press against her skin,
imprinting on her flesh, all of the emotions that my mortal’s tongue cannot capture.

It is only when our eyes close,
that the conversation ends on this plane,
and continues throughout the night
in our dreams.

What more can I ask

of a companion who has

followed me through storms?

I know that if I asked her to bring me the sun, she’d return to me with scorched hands and a tan.

When I was younger, I always described love as passion, commitment, and sacrifice. I now know there is more to love, but these factors still make its foundation.

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where’s the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

I saw Susie sitting in a shoe shine shop.
Where she sits she shines, and where she shines she sits.

Luke Luck likes lakes.
Luke’s duck likes lakes.
Luke Luck licks lakes.
Luck’s duck licks lakes.
Duck takes licks in lakes Luke Luck likes.
Luke Luck takes licks in lakes duck likes.

I love you.

I’ve composed beautiful symphonies on her heart, while being unable to hear them in my own. 

A species evolves

over millions of years.

We don’t have that time. 

I’ve replaced my pillows with thoughts of life, to find that they aren’t as easily slept on.

I’ve been here for awhile now, on this chaotic roller coaster, that has taken me through twists and turns,and peeks and valleys far too quickly for my emotions to catch up with my understanding.
Many times on this ride, I’ve found myself looking out to see the world racing past me in a blur of color, reminiscent of the drawings I would make as a child, when asked about how I felt.

You’re racing past me as well, Curtesha, Rachel, Codi…the list would continue if I wasn’t so intent on staying on topic.
You’re all developing into beautifully strong people at such an alarming rate that I must seem to be standing still. It’s funny because I was supposed to be the strong one protecting you, governing your actions and helping you through every obstacle you were confronted with. Now, you leap your own hurdles without my help, while I struggle to catch wind.

What I need to do, is find an E-break for this ride, and end the life I lead now.
This person I am disgusts me so much so, that my mirror tortures me with the reflection of a being who has long outlived its usefulness.

My friends, here is where I die.
I will be leaving you as soon as possible, and I won’t be returning.
What will return will be a different creature, I promise.

                           …I promise.

Oh and Codi, I’m sorry I bring my shit to you now. I know I was supposed to be YOUR  help. I’m sorry I got to a point where I couldn’t even help myself.

Rache, I’m sorry I don’t show emotion and it seems like I don’t care. You met me at the wrong time, and I’ve been emotionally deteriorating ever since that time period.

Cheyrey, I’ve neglected myself for so long that all I know how to do is neglect others, and you’re paying for my weakness.

To all the circle, Your “leader” is leader by title alone, only a fool would govern those greater than himself, and I’ve been a fool.

For all I have missed, no matter how this period has effected you…I’m sorry, it will be different once we meet again, I promise.