im an idiot for not keeping in touch with the ones who
matter the most.
but i know at the end of the day when i feel like shit, i
can still
think of holding you close. i get so happy whenever i hear
your voice
because i know that this exile i endure is the product of my
own
choice. had i not ever have come to this place and be so far
from the
sight of your face, would we so soulfully vocalize our
feelings for one
another, or would we have stayed up for hours on end on the
phone
talking to each other? would we criticize how long it takes
for a letter
to arrive? or test how savage we are, giving ourselves
homemade tattoos
late at night? =D this tattoo will fade but i doubt we ever
will. this
mark will stay, forever, much like the destiny of a dream
that has been
fulfilled. after all, when we are dead and gone, the memory
of this
mark will still live on. created by pokes and prods, here on
after the
day we escape to the gods.