I told you that you're the drug that always makes me high. You brought colour into this otherwise gray world.
To this you replied , "Loving me will not be easy. It will be war, you will hold the gun and I will hand you the bullets. So breath and embrace the beauty of the massacre that lies ahead."
Dearly beloved, Accepting the risks lies in my choices. Be it a massacre or a garden, I appreciate beauty in all form. Wars cause destruction but what if the territory is already demolished. Live in the moment you said. That's what I'm trying to do. Yet you seem to push me away.Far from sight. I would've left but I cannot... 'Cause a warrior never gives up that easily. I know, the world will always be against us, but we will get through it. We'll build an empire together , where we find peace, away from these ceaseless conflicts.
-A.N.
