journal intime de rhy kushiel

[journal intime de rhy kushiel]

reaching out in the dark, in the darkest dark i’ve ever been in,
i see you
i s e e y o u
i
feel
y o u
calling not for help but for execution

so let's trade
a soul for a soul
take mine wear it like an armor
and i take yours (y o u r s)
i'm not afraid of the dark

not even of your darkest dark.

[to : antwan belikov]
[letter unsent, later burned in a chimney fire]