The Source Spilling From Her Tongue

In the end, the light source spilling from her tongue was enough to keep me breathing. 
In the end, this droplet reminded me how lonely I’ll always be.

I mean isn’t this the same as suicide? 
Do I even exist to my external environment 
if my internal world is hidden? 

How lovely it felt to share this cigarette with you, 
even if it was just a sliver in this vast existence.

Thank you for making feel like Neil Patrick Ola-----es again, 
I’ll cherish the softness and i won’t give up this music shit.  



<3 Godspeed Nus