Posted 12:22 PM by fan777

at the edge of the world there's nowhere to go but down and the wind is an ember of a moan, tonight the ghosts are out for blood. i've written to darkness in lengths before, in scrawls with arms reaching out to empty corners but there's nothing here tonight, ghosts of a dream and my memory burning calloused fingertips. dead puffs of mist.

a month long standstill, stalemate between the battalions of pen and page, darkness seeking white but no military genius to sweep through the ranks. harsh line stand file, i thumb a hundred pages waiting for you but all i could hear was a hound baying at the moon.

so i sang in low howls to the midnight sun, watched the stars turn in their restless sleep, and spoke to the grass quivering with dew. a division grows from the rocks, and when i fell through the chasm and broke, could you fill me with your lips and make me whole? because since that night i've been moving without my own motion, lost in the current that you've established, moving to the ripples of your breath to find the mouth that could fit mine.

if you asked, i would not know how to reply. i did not write this because it was dark tonight nor did i write it for the ghosts out my door, i wrote because you fell into my mind and put me into shades of primrose, knowing your smile makes me smile, your laughter finds my laughter, your peace becomes my peace.

i missed you.