I am the moth and you are the flame, I’m drawn to your beauty when beauty itself has been drained of everything, no longer is there color, and no longer is there class. I’ve searched in every corner and you are the last remaining shimmering stone. You’re the last standing survivor of humanities harsh realist goals to trade all that is pure for greed and convenience. All pretention aside we both know it wasn’t easy to stay together for the three years which we have. It would be impossible if not for love. With love it wasn’t easy, it was necessary in some beautiful way that can’t be explained, but must be felt. With that love we took pebbles and clay, and built a stone empire. We conquered all reason and for that there is one reason, and it was love. Before we met I would have assumed feeling like a puddle or melting to a quivering low at the mercy of another were horrible things to experience. I can’t get enough. As destructive as it sounds, I love you. Don’t leave my side.

01/03/2011