the hurricane i'll never outrun

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yes.

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I want to paint.

I’m not great at it, but sometimes just loving something with all of your heart is enough to keep it around.

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s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d:

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61 Days Later.

I’m tempted by your shoulders contracting in the stagnant sunlight suppressed by the blinds on your window. Bone meets muscle, muscle meets skin, skin is kissed by blood, and your body is a night-sky backdrop to the bright red fireworks in a summer dream. You whisper feelings of inadequacy; you whisper feelings of being alive. You lament to complaints that barely manifest any hardship; you are a false pretense avoiding everything that tears away at the tough skin of your emotion.

I have often mentioned to you that you might be a bit of a paradox, an oxymoron, a juxtaposition, contrasting everything I can love immensely with everything I detest. You would laugh at me, lost again in a nostalgic analogy, and it would always be you that I would fall aimlessly in love with again. You were the kind of love that didn’t catch the fallen, but the victim to your advances would barely feel the pain of impact upon considering that, for perhaps only a second, the subject would be allowed a glimpse into your world.

Will you let me in?

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