I Came, I Saw, I Conquered - Julius Caesar.
In this life of nothing, where I sway from side to side forever I have finally found someone that may not stand by my side and see me through to the end of my days but in the deepest parts of my mind I hope he does. You and I can do so much together, we can put a large hope into world peace - number 48 on my top 50 things to do before I die. For a bonus, my 51st thing to do was accomplished, as was my first. All thanks to you.
(Written at Centauri): 51-To tell him how I feel. 1-To fall/Stay In Love.
Heaven is in your hands, as blunt as I seem it is so. The rain always reminds me of you because of the first day I met you. The heavy downpour washed away my sorrows with your smile - smitten right away, I was. The puddles beneath my feet felt like waves of hope for me. I forgot all of my real life and entered into what reality is NOW I walked right out of the past into the curtain of the present - or ‘the future past’ as I like to call it.
These words aren’t making much sense. This is a jumbled thought. Thoughts, rather. Two-three weeks left of this glorious, confusing, summer and then only ten more months after that will I return to this blissfulness. Yet, I know for a fact we will not just walk away from each other. Even if I was taken from your arms for years at a time I will still be settled into your heart. “When you think you’re free, that crack inside your fucking heart is me”. It will always be like that, I will always be there - remember that. If not physically, here I stand mentally and emotionally for you with all my parts open for you to see. This is who I am, for you. For me. For the world.
Whenever you miss me goto the window and look out at the nature around you - yes, even the urban nature counts. Do this and hopefully you will feel me as I feel you when I view these things through my eyes. Sooner than we think we will be able to be together for as long as we would like. Days, weeks, months, however long you wish for me to stay. I would shatter my plans for you - but I don’t want to, I just want to add something to my plans.
You make this broken soul feel so beautiful, this swollen heart feel real and this pale skin feel more alive than ever. You are nothing like my Lestat…You are my Louis. My morbid thinker, my disillusioned writer, my confused poet, my revolutionist, my saviour that needs saving, my obsession, my addiction, my hippie reborn, my indie stoner. If you let you be mine. I can be everything for you.
I have never normally written about my feelings this much, about a guy this much. Wow - I am truly getting pathetic.
Well, My Personal Madman…If you let us, we can conquer the world.