Reblogged from DEPRESSION: my muse:
She was a revalation.
She came to me as such.
With gentle gaze my eyes could not reckon, not even with mountainous effort.
She covered my sight like a rolling mist, she was absolute, her sweetness shook me.
I wanted this woman and I would have this woman, like long drinks of cold water when only water would do.
My thoughts wrapped around her and we became fused and she devoured me.
