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[andromeda-444]

I want and want.

And need.

I want the brisk cold against my cheeks and nose

And a strong arm wrapped in layers of jackets around my shoulder.

I want to bury my face in their chest

I want to feel comfortable enough to know I can

I want to love someone

I’m ready now, please.

[andromeda-444]

I can sit by my fire and drink my wine but I can’t not think of you.

[andromeda-444]

All things end.

[andromeda-444]

Yeah now we've entered the back pain stage

[andromeda-444]

[andromeda-444]

this goodbye felt worst of all

[andromeda-444]

“I will never say the things that I want to say to you. I know the damage it would do. I love you more than I hate my loneliness and pain.”

— Henry Rollins, Solipsist

[andromeda-444]

The people gather at the golden shoed feet of the modern gods.

Accusations of skewed morality thrown from the mouths so high above the clouds we can no longer see them.

“Justice” the people scream.

While violent and bloody and raw, justice has been served.

The gods are scared.