my feet convey me to obscured lands of light and laughter. and you, you are the beating heart of it all, and the gods glare at you in envy of your pulchritude. you are a compound of stars, my love, but in the end, even stars choose destruction over life.
you must know by now that i am dying. surely, you must have noticed? perhaps you haven't. perhaps you, too, are just another body lacking a soul. it seems you and i are more alike than i had hoped.
but i still love you,
because it would kill me to stop.
