kain_thomas

::I wrote this next piece some time ago and it is something to which i want to share ::: In this letter I don’t know what it is about. My goal is not to astound or try to enlighten with bewilderment. Maybe it’s a cry out or a bleeding of desires. Quite possibly it could just be about you, the creative I want to call my own, with a fantasy of being bound by words and elements of the world fastened around my finger. To a girl that embodies all the cravings of my mind. A spirit free from shackles of doubt, no words spoken of we could never be. To do so would be denying the greatest pleaser that would in rich our lives and give birth to true love. The story of us plays out like a forgotten Shakespeare tragedy, two people that want nothing more then each other, though never have had the privilege of each others lips. The girl a perfect picture of pure light which has no shadow. The boy a painter that needs his light to see, for when there is no light there is no color, no reason to paint.