Sunken Castles

Did he love me? Of course he did. Like frost on leaves until the sun decides. Did I care. Of course I did. This impotent suicide easily contrasted the life I almost lived.

In his arms.

That's what I hated. The dependecy. The soil required to grow the plant. The rabbit that limps to grant us our luck.

A mutual prison the closest we ever were to being together.

And now you've escaped.

I wish you luck. With the world outside. With all the demons not so obvious as pain.

As much as it hurts at least I know what it looks like. What it does.

There are only so many blankets you can shiver under before you realize the cold comes from within.

I'd ask you to take me home, but I don't know where that is.

Wearing our sunken castles we tend to believe the moats.