You are apart of my life, I’ve made you a character in it,
You have a role, a distinct appearance, a will to be and mind to live.
You are inside my settings and my scenaries, my plot..my story , perhaps my life.
I wonder If you know this, I wonder if it would make any diffirence to you.
I somtimes think, how can anyone let go of anything, wheather it be anything or nothing, its still something.
I feel this way with you, and many other things too.
You are all me, apart of me.
I hope Some sort of fucking stuid misconception and misguidance by preconceptions doesn’t hinder this that i try to tell you.
maybe you just can’t handle it – don’t worry no one else has been able to yet…