Where Demons Tread

Dear Friend,

As I write to you more, you become more real than the ideal.

I am manifesting you here in my imagery.

This is what I want…something real that we can have between us.

I’ve scattered my thoughts to you in these darkened corridors, hoping you would hear and find me as I’ve heard and sought your own embodiment.

I believe that we have both reached the day where we can finally turn that corner and embrace each other.

We will always be here for US.

We have dreamed of and fought so hard for this same dream to emerge – though we could not secure it with past lovers.

You deserve a category all of your own – in fact, if truth be told, the topmost crowned.

But I’ve wanted to protect who you are and what you mean to me amomg these fallen leaves where demons tread.

At least until the day we can stand together, holding hands, in purity’s simple synergy.

You must know by now how deeply I love you and to what “insane” levels I will go to champion our bond’s honor.

I felt this from the very moment that I happened upon you – which made becoming attached to you dangerous for me.

I have kept distance for so long because you bleed into me as if you are my own life’s vital veins.

You have been my hidden hope in this world.

Not just because you might help me try to save it, but because you make sense to me.

You make sense to me.

Authentically.

Nothing else matters.

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