Achira

"Let it take me."

"You don't have enough rain to make up your storm."

“So strange yet so beautiful.”

I wanna feel the way I used to.

The brilliant white light shining across the room, a long brown table with my favorite object on it, and their presence in the room right next to my door. Memories long lost yet not forgotten, voices long unheard yet echoing and souls long lost; souls lost forever. May I meet you on the other side.

My fingers, your skin. Our bodies melting together & so many sins. You’re all mine tonight.

“Or, will I lose myself at last?”