Inconsequential.

Frighteningly disarming, these flights of fancy where your pristine eyes are pored on my intrinsical divide, and i have already lost surprise. Not amounting to tactile adoration, these ineffable dreams are for retention lest i relish ruin.

Yet you must know that I have chosen countless anthems to mourn(celebrate) you. For i do indeed relish ruin, but only in its most innocuous form; melancholy.

~ by cryhavok on May 14, 2008.