I feel like skin stretched out then placed on and over people and objects that don’t resemble me. And you, the world, have the ability to summon me and wrap me around your finger, or exile me to the furthest corners of the universe at you whim. And then you ask me the same question over and over again, until I give you the answer you want, even though it may not be my truth.

Where as I can see your beauty even when I have no eyes to see, even when I am sleeping, even when I don’t exist and when my body disintegrates from you joyous and melodic laugh.

I know you have been here since the beginning  of time, but you punish me for admitting that, even to myself. I know that you have indominable power over everything and could make Lucifer weep and ask for forgiveness.

I know when you show me your power, you give it to me too, but it just bleeds back to you.

I know your love is more volatile and reality eradicating than hell, it just feels like sometimes, that’s the safest place to view it from.

And I know I will see you again, and I will follow you until the end of days.