My dark friend, I wish you'd breathe like a poem and romance between the words of passion, the words of melancholy, the words of sanity, and the words of faith.
My dark friend, can you feel me now?
Yes, yes, I can smooth places in your universe, dark holes, black stars, hurricanes, and once I embraced your madness.
Maturity's asking about you, telling me that you stayed for so long there.
It's time to grow, it's time to fade, and it's time to accept the nirvana.
But, but, my dark friend, I wish you can exist like a poem once more.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To My Dark Friend (#Wattys2015)
PoésieMy Dark friend, I have written those letters for you. It's getting darker before midnight .
