Intro.17 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Comment for a tbh.
Certain nights I lay wide awake, while the moon shunned me from such beauty and the guilt built inside me.
Other days around midnight, the moon would slaughter my heart but leaving a sweet kiss upon my tainted lips.
Reminders go by that everyday you insinuated me with words of disdain, words I thought were meaningful and full of vivid life with dreams damned to be made real.
Quickly, I realized I was the one with the blindfold still on that the security of my soul was not with you but in the darkness of the demons scorned hands.
My soul was placed in the hands of dirt and envy rather than love and luxury.
I had to take the blindfold off;I would've met with death If I had not. He would've said thunderous words that would bellow in my ears making me want to scuttle in a thing we call fear.
What would I be running from if there was nothing to escape in the first place.
In my eyes they scream with silence and sinister ideas, in my head the cogs of my brain turn to form a world worth a million and one stars.
I wish we weren't faking it, that the stars didn't allign and have us meet one another.
When we meet again. Maybe the curtains will be drawn. Maybe they'll be a real audience.
But while the moon is still visible I'll continue to dream while early in the morning you think,
And you'll weep.
But I'll continue to Dream.
Sweet but mean when moody.
The gayest child out of siblings.
Mature but immature.
Loves' oversized sweaters. Skirts. Rain. Afropunk. The colors black, red, pink, and yellow. Himself. Cute and meaningful things. Naps and lollipops.