Yas

a mate of mine gifted me a proposition of a goal, an endless reach for a concept that may never be mine. I was lost in the depths of emptiness when i heard that a blind desire might save me. A purpose to live and to feel and to morph, a purpose in a shape of a girl I once longed for. But agreeing to this paradigm means putting myself below her, taking humanity out of her soul and stuffing a foreign sense of absolute into the vessel of her body. I don’t think I can be as sadistic to do such a thing to a soul I burn along with. On a subconscious level though, I wear Chiyoko’s skin, dedicating each my move to my long forgotten desire I’ll never forget, never taking fantasy for a lie, living as long as I dream.