armatage3shanks

I stare at the sun and Think of how much I want to feel it, Seal it. To just Wrap the warmth In twine, Put it in a book and Make it mine. Let the pressure climb And one day, Someday, Watch it all shatter Up and out. Once whole and now in tatters. Every shred of these Random letters and sounds From this random book I found Is now half dead and On the ground. But pieced together In my head, They make every thought I've ever bred.