8 parts Ongoing Beneath the cold, unblinking gaze of the moon, they once stood united, two halves of a whole, bound by chains forged from passion and tempered by tragedy.
A man who clawed his way back from hell,
a builder by trade, yet destined for ruin.
A woman who equally knows both love and war,
a wandering soul unable to find her way back to herself.
Excerpt:
-" I am broken-utterly, hopelessly
worthless in and out.
That's why I cling so desperately to the thought of being held together.
I want to be held, I crave the warmth of being whole, even if it means falling apart all over again.
I just want to savor the fleeting, delightful illusion...
You cannot break me any further, Sandro. for I am already in pieces. I am Dispersed."
"You are not.
And even if you were, I have somehow found myself in the ruins of you.
Even if you were, you would still find a way to emanate, to be the moon that lights my path, the glow within the darkest chambers of my heart.
Unchain the dawn and let me step into your light.
Should my yearning be too much for your heart to bear, then let me gather your fragments, not to fix you.
(God forbid, as if something as serene as you are could need fixing)
But to let them glisten like scattered stardust in my moonless, star-starved sky.
Let me wander into your night.
Let yourself drift into your light.
Let your brilliance break through."
-Best believe nothing is the way it looks like.
