You, me, dust, air, heavens, hells, gods. Is everything how it should be? I miss you here, high, tripping, seeing stars in this starless night. There’s nothing here to save us, there’s no guardian for the souls of those who don’t believe. As lost as you think you’re I find myself believing that you’re still special to her; universe, that she loves you and nothing could ever change that, not even the sins you hold so dear. Fragile, shaken, confused, anxious, nice. Are you okay? when your mind drifts to the cold night we spent watching pulp fiction in your warm bed, our flesh igniting sparks, do you miss me then? I promise I’m not just saying words but please come back, Father will have mercy, please say the words of surrender, because here in this life, there’s nothing. 

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