...I'm writing this now because like so many times before, you are the last thought of the day. The last lingering memory I take with me in the refuge of dreams. You are my anaesthetic when the crude stupidy of the world leaves me broken. My shot of amnesia when cruel memories linger around my days.
You are my calm within the chaos. A revelry in a world of nonsense. I want your delusion, your extatic madness. I want them to grow endlessly like trees that embrace the skies.
Your shoes have left footprints within me. Your high heels are stuck in my heart and it's from it that I bleed my art and it's for you that I do it.
I don't claim to understand you, nor do I hope that I will be able to one day. It's enough to be close to you. To see you as you are. Unanchored. Untamed. In every word I write, in every note I hear, in every color I see. In every fibre of my universe. You are there with me and there is no void. Anything that ever hurt slowly dissolves into oblivion.
One day, we will move past mutant clouds and envious suns. Our love will echo in the cosmos for millenia. It will be our greatest art. And we will be remembered forever.
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