'The Ramblings Of A Lunatic'

'Till Death Do Us Part"

"Karen, the light of my life; a shooting star amidst decaying corpses and sophomore click bait." That line, that one right there, is a line from one of my newer published pieces. A short story I had made for yet another English project; "'Till Death Do Us Part". That entire project, although meant to be a horror story, was just ravaged out with thoughts of you. It's romance amongst horror, endless thoughts that seem to match how you make me feel. I could listen to you for hours, and I mean HOURS. Silence has never been something I enjoyed, if you haven't realized that yet, and I'd love something other than music and podcasts filling my ears on the daily. That one line is something that describes so, so much. The entire story does. But that line right there is one of a kind, it's from deep, deep down in the soul. In the heart. You are a shooting star, for one. A star amidst chaos, bloodshed, liers, terror, horror, click bait and decaying corpses. One of a kind, you are one of a kind without any doubt. I don't need glasses or contacts to see that; nor special vision. There is so much dead in this world, yet you are so, so lively. A little slice of Heaven that I have seemed to wrap my head around, an angel with a shotgun, as I find myself describing you. A shotgun that could take me out in one blow; yet it instead keeps me down to Earth. Down to Earth yet dreaming all in one. 'The light of my life' isn't just a title, my moon, it's only the pure truth. It's a truth that has me empty without you, not just hollow. Everything seems to crash down, the world being engulfed in this terrifying darkness. A darkness that swallows me whole whenever it gets the chance, a darkness that makes me feel.. like nothing. And then, exactly opposite to that, is the light that you cover me in. A light that makes me giddy whenever you are around; a light that makes me get this goofy grin across my face at even the smallest mention of you; a light that gives me the power and faith to push through whatever life throws at me. I mean, I've made it this far, haven't I? That must mean something. We must mean something.