Hatred, remorse, with a taste of relief - I can’t seem to describe it all.

There’s always that voice, in the far back of my mind, whispering to run away, that there’s nothing left. No one waiting behind for my return - not a single person, thing, not even a single reason.

Dear Love,

The small things you do, oh you don't know, how you make my heart flutter and turn in so many ways. The many approaches to take, but not a single one acted upon. Across the great barriers, not even I can distant from. If only the sky was not the limit, I'd already be soaring the ceaseless unknown. Yes Hun, you're still the only one.

__Yours Truly, Devil.

Excuse my uneducated diction.

Humans are greedy. We tend to want everything, yet give nothing. Some of us humans give all that we can, yet receive nothing. We want what we don't have, but have what we never considered. Some humans would give everything to be where one has been, yet, even so, they'll never be in such a place. There's a limit to one's ability to give.

Dear Love,
Ever wonder why in the midst of a crowd, you're the only soul

Excuse my uneducated diction.

Sometimes, humans realize things too late. And sometimes, humans try too hard to hold onto something they shouldn’t have. You were a mere image of nothingness, I’ve come to conclude. Yet, I’m still here waiting for your return. Why? Humans are funny. They have this thing; their hearts and minds don’t speak alike, yet they complete a soul. Is that why opposites attract?

Dear Love,
Ever wonder why you’re always sneezing twice? Hunny, It’s me missing you. Until you’ve decided, I’ll be waiting for your return. ;D
__Yours Truly, Devil.

What am I doing? Ha, I have no clue.
And yes, I'm literally sitting here writing a [blog].
I have nothing to say?
I'm lost; Come find me, sucker.

___Pennyyy;