sufferandpleasure

As we're running, I lose sight of you. Last I saw, was the sun igniting your skin in flames that glowed so bright, it nearly burned my eyes. "Brilliance," I thought to myself as I fell to the floor, "Is this real...?" By moonrise, I arrived at home. The air was cold as death, comforting, yet painful. Bottles by bottles, I remember you... Tears upon tears, I feel you... How I wish I can hold you, besides the memories I relive from the past... I can still smell your scent. It reminds me of rain and the sun at the same time...