sometimes I just look at sylas in ur art and i sigh dreamily. Longing for his touch, his mere presence. My heart, my whole organic form burn with the ardent flames of infatuation. In my eyes, He is the sempiternal form of beauty, his eyes are as clinquant as the rare blue sapphires, his features are the pulchritudinous, opulent art form that no being could ever capture with their creativity. His caliginous, supernal beauty mesmerises me, sculpted to be divinely crepuscular. The spark in my heart scintillates at the mere mention of him. I yearn for him, saudade engulfs me without his presence. I would let him engulf every part of my being, let him strip my emotions and humanity and make me an ignoramus, cretin shell. The factual statement is his presence is my life force, his existence connects me.
