the FOURTEENTH of SEPTEMBER, TWO THOUSAND and TWENTY.

i wish i could let go. yet, my entire world still revolves around you.
there's so much i wish i could say. i have learned from my mistakes,
learned in such a way that i know not to say anything. keep quiet. keep the peace.
force down the bile of remorse, yearning and hate. i grow more nauseous by the day.
you are the sun, bright and violent. i wish i was yours.
i bask in your embers, soaking in my sustenance. my lifesource.
i fear the day i am engulfed in the flame. but i will embrace it.
the last time i feel your warmth.
my fate draws closer and closer. i'm at peace with it.

take me back!