Thursday, 20 October 2011

Three Hundred and Ninety Fucking Six

No, prior to this one, I have collected and furnished and projected and pronounced the entirety of a year and two long month's posts within the short and ever rapid space of a month and a half.

So, the Thee Hundred and Ninety Five sets of words, stories, lies, recommendations, loves, lusts, hot fucks in the deep dark night, fairy tales, dreams and hates, encompass all that I am.
My sweet, broken and ever shattered soul laid bare for the likes of your sweet selves to taste, touch, take and thieve away in the harsh dusk of this eternal sunset.
While my dreams lick at the horizon of your own, he and I, the sweet life that we seek only to love in our deepest heart of hearts, shall ride on, he with his bespectacled stallion, and I upon my tangerine dream of a candyfloss unicorn. Our love cries out louder than words you might once have heard.

I am his, Life's, eternal.
Never forget. Never, ever, forgotten.