Suicide note.
I exist within the space between your future and your past. I exist within the shadows that your body writhing atop your lover casts. I exist inside your sighs, between the echo of your laughter and your cries.
Between remembering and trying to forget. That passing nth of a second in which you close your eyes only to make the lump in your throat recede is where I find myself inextricably manifested for perhaps all of time yet to come. And perhaps beyond it. Perhaps you will pass me on like an unwanted disease to all those who accidentally fall in love like you did and within their moments of regret I will find immortality. Or perhaps I will finally find reprieve when you mortal coil snaps.
But until then, I must exist, like the shadows must and as must the light. Like the lingering taste of bad decisions and like the eternal stench of regret. I must exist until you cease to, and therefore this death that I chose is no death at all but a futile attempt to find again the solace I have only ever known in the dusky sweet smell of your just washed hair
Between remembering and trying to forget. That passing nth of a second in which you close your eyes only to make the lump in your throat recede is where I find myself inextricably manifested for perhaps all of time yet to come. And perhaps beyond it. Perhaps you will pass me on like an unwanted disease to all those who accidentally fall in love like you did and within their moments of regret I will find immortality. Or perhaps I will finally find reprieve when you mortal coil snaps.
But until then, I must exist, like the shadows must and as must the light. Like the lingering taste of bad decisions and like the eternal stench of regret. I must exist until you cease to, and therefore this death that I chose is no death at all but a futile attempt to find again the solace I have only ever known in the dusky sweet smell of your just washed hair
regurgitated by BeKn|GhTeD at 12:41
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