imhux

There is an inexplicable rot inside of me that is incapable of removal

The urge to extract it has incessantly bugged me since birth

Longer than forever

I will love you longer than forever 

The time I've spent alone has convinced me that I am far too old to wait for something more

I've always wanted it

I could dive into your eyes forever. Spiraling and spiraling forever into the widening gyre, it all feels blurry. Blurry but familiar, like something I knew in a dream or a distant universe.

To live is to die and to die is to breathe.

To live is to flourish 

To live is to blossom.

To live is to be idle

To live is to go rotten.

When I was sixteen, I remember feeling nostalgic for things I hadn’t yet lost. Pure, raw adolescence.

The backyard of my childhood home held the old pine trees that had whispered melodies in my ears throughout my sweet infancy. Their wise branches reached out to me with empathetic arms, holding me until I had fallen seamlessly asleep.