I'm on my way to you tonight. If the moonlight chases me, then the stars guide me. I am the sound of rainfall hitting panes of glass, somber and repetitive. You are the glowing light of the sunset that threads its fingers through children's hair, soft and beautiful, yet powerful and demanding the attention of all those that posses dark hearts nearby. Casually, I fall for you, and I am a creature who has no other way of avoiding such chaotically intoxicating things. I am not in the business of denying myself such things that could destroy me. I am tamed by the unending, breath-taking beauty of nature itself.
Tonight, I will be seeing you again. The train ride to the strange world of dreams in which we grew up will be an uneventful one. Wolves are howling under my skin, making it itch. I wear gloves to get through the snow, but once I am seated I pull them off, setting free the scars that make their home on my unread palms. You are the future breath of a hesitant winter, unsure if it is