Something.

Yours is the first face I have seen. Eights aligned followed by pegasus after I drove by your home. I had cried but now we're here and i'll just hide again.
Something still draws me near. Something strangely attractive. Something that i've given up on before but keep returning to in my subconscious. It strangles me in my sleep through my dream catcher using my pillow. And when I awaken, like an accidental lover, it disappears from the mistake personified by my body.
Something in your voice, something in your drunken ways, a music resonating in the chambers of my soul. You show up by association at the most obscure moments. Your something is everywhere. On the streets, in my car, in my coffee, on and on. It distracts and disturbs. Saves and protects. Such division with such consistency.
I am recklessly abandoning these inhibitions of mine. I have a quiet love for these things. It is deep and it lingers on. I am in love with the brotherhood. I am in love with the spectacles. With the addiction. The sound of your spirit. I am in love between the pages and only there.
-A