She Wore Blue Velvet

     I wonder who were defined as the first lovers. Is that luxury given to the birds? Or maybe to the grotesque mystery that as our world? Whoever they were, they set an undeniable path of mystery and erotica that would lead to the present and subsequently to me

                Love is a sickness that has infected me with it's fruitful tragedy, but I don't want a cure. I only desire to be sick until the sun explodes and I am but a burning memory to the stars. 

I just hope this sickness never leaves my lover, and has infected him like I have been. I yearn for him to love me until I am dust

It's a strange world.

 

 

  

         For once I enter a year without an undeniable sickly despair. I have gone through years diseased with my own worry. I never thought I'd make it to 2024, I thought I'd be dead at 14. But, even if the victory feels small, I survived. I'm happy to be alive, I love life and I'm more than happy to continue life.  

For once, I enter 

a year feeling hopeful.

     Dale Cooper: Harry, I have no idea where this will lead us, but I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange.

 

Maybe this year I'll get around to writing down my shitty poetry, I say that every year though.