Music/title: We Follow; From Indian Lakes
“I don’t know anything at all…”
. … ..
Here I am–
Still finding myself consumed by them, my own treacherous thoughts..
But there you are- Holding me firmly; comforting every single fiber of my being..
“At the end of the day… I have you.”
My Dear Love,
I want to be broken.
I want you to take me apart.
I want to feel the pieces shift, relentlessly shattering to the floor.
I want to be consumed by my own insignificance-
To have you build everything back as it was.. Only better than before.
Oh, my Dear Sir,
Break me yet again. ….for I need to feel complete.