blankwithoutyou

0240. i havent felt endearment like ive had in a long while.

it's like a cold catatonic corpse assuaged of death and rigor mortis, slowly brought back to whatever goodness that remains in life, the goodness that hangs at the tip of all our tongues yet most of us fail to see it in its glorious entirety...

just hope this isnt a case of pseudo warmth that a moth meets before being crisped by the merciless flame that's licking its own wick off the candle.

ps: btw, the italised parts above is a dig at someone. you know who you are. haha!