Theatrics.

Would it be excessively melodramatic to declare that the world was made just for the day that you and i may  blithely valse upon its splendour? A magnificent cotillion with fanfare incommensurable, where you would take centrestage beneath the mauve majestic sky you so dearly loved.

And as manufactured light crackles and explodes in wild ecstasy above, let it be that not a word shall escape dark lips, nor a sight escape wrenched open bright eyes. So shall i never forget within all my ostentation, however pompous, that my heart is your legacy.

~ by cryhavok on July 16, 2008.