A piece I wrote a while back. Like, years ago. But it's upload worthy, I think. I wish I could still write like this. Dedicated to cleaning out your My Documents folder.

A twisted dream of the beginning

I wonder if you'll ever see yourself the way I do

Concrete in its incredulity, translucent in its time

Unreachable, a vision of what I can't have

Should I take it?

I'll leave you to die

Forever mine