To Manders

With every goodbye I write my hands become shakey.. this time I hope the word is never spoken.

Even in distance, your eyes are still my focal point.. even with eyes like mine. Holding you is more of privilege than an action. But even so.. in my bleak existance, with all it's fraudulent inadequcies; you've become part of me.. and without your knowing. So just for the record. amidst the silent moments in the intermissions of my endless worries, there is still hope, and where there is hope they're will be always something to strive for. Even if it involves planes and automobiles. As long as I have a three word sentence,one that means nothing to me unless your lips or your eyes speak it. I will always be there, and for you.

I love you, In every sense of the word.

The blue dim light spills in like oceans... cures me of my questions.. like hoods on peregrine.
So whittle away anything, and everything that was once left of this pact we made to never again lose our smile. Keep faith.. my radical actions will justify these accusations. Ever since I've realised the only difference between me and my reflection is a thin shard of glass, there seems to be a new glisten in my obscured eyes.