Dearest,
The time has come, that you and I shall speak. I want, for you, to spill my soul out upon this canvas of stark. I want to admit all the untold thoughts, all the secrets, all the lies. But you see, there's no for written confessions. What has been, was, and what was is finished. All that's left now is what will be. Only you can decide that Dearest. You know all the secrets and all the lie, you know all the hopes and all the dreams. It's for you to decide how you will use them. Because, you see, with every passing second, I die and am reborn into another life. At the end of each breath, I melt away, and quickly reform. You are, however, the eternal one; for you know what we've done, and said, and withheld from this world. And only you can use that to make us what we dream of. Every part of our happiness lies in your control.
I'll leave you now, to yourself, so that you can decide how to use this life.
Once more I die. |
Submission Name: Once More I Die
