Today is a dreary day. 
The air feels somewhat refreshing as the light grows limited due to the clouds courageously fighting with the skies to had the sun and it’s radiance. The streets are filled with violent energy whilst the rain floods the streets, making waves of pretty patterns; the mixture of wind and empty ghosts clashing together to create dancing figures. I constantly hold these mornings within the palm of my hand; what once made me feel incredibly desolate has left me feeling full. 
Sometimes I need a reminder of how fragile everything truly is, and you constantly expose that small factor to my eyes, like papercuts to my skin. We erupted in a fit of ache, staying up for hours talking about the way our relationship to one another has begun to become. Where our breath has become scarce and we transpire in lonely sorrow. You know the right ways to replenish my broken soul. Where I spend days subsisting instead of living and your precious whispers find it exhausting to support my delirious self. To find warmth where it barely exists; when you know yourself that all i need is to experience bliss once again. To run through the streets when the night grows cold and silent dodging solitary cars whilst letting laughter pierce our fingertips. To leave the house spontaneously and just walk until our legs collapse. To gaze at the stars and remind ourselves that we are here, we are growing. We are breathing. 
I find your kindness towards my state incredibly exhilarating and I appreciate every small, wonderful thing you do. I love you.

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