᠆᠆᠆᠆ ❛ MAYBE I wish to remain lost. Puzzled to the point where I'm running through the frayed forest floor with no hopes of getting out. I wish to be encased in my own thoughts and drown, only listening to the slowing pace of my heart and the veins in my neck become thick but frail with intoxicated air. I wish that it was never the war that mangled up the thoughts in my head.Or maybe it truly is the way that your voice rings out amongst the other dark thoughts that revolve my mind and slowly burn through my skin, watching as my knees give in to the temptations of becoming vulnerable whilst they run and hide. But I think you really do care. To fall in love with a lost boy; when all I want to do is struggle against the vines and thorns embedded into my skin and watch you stay outside. ❜ ❪ SIRIUS BLACK ❫ © EXPECTOALLEN 2018 PLOT OWNERSHIP TO ME