the only thing

just a lil somethin about beautiful things, and something i want more than anything.

For a life, appropriately did I become accustom to an increasing fixation on the darkness, slightly dimmed worlds peaking through a vast velvet blanket that will not stop inviting me to lose myself, lose myself in the emptiness that I would beg and plead, even cut and bleed to be mine to be, weightless and free.