All the long years of our lives we've suffered together in utter jollity. We've faced countless strokes of darkness and defeated the monsters within us that create them. My bones shake and ache from the distance between us; I can reach you but never touch you. Your laughter fades in my memory. There are no letters that can bear your spirit enough to satisfy me. And so I sit here, brimming with nostalgia of the foggy past-the two of us going nowhere hand in hand, but refusing to let go when our owners pull us away. I cannot be free without you. You live within me. You stained my soul. And when we die, we die together. The world can burn from the sparks of our friendship, and those who destroy must become those who rebuild. And we, the destroyers of selves must return to our own bodies.
(photo via AnOthermag.com)
