or more to the point who are you huh?
You’re the last drop of ink, eloquently poised upon the tip of my quill.
You’re the conviction with which I so honestly decide its fate, carving your name into the faded parchment.
You’re the breath of air that carries me to sleep, and the subject of dreams that make me wish I could stay absent a while longer.
You’re the smile that escapes the crescent of my lips, when I catch myself lost at the mercy of a runaway mind.
You’re all that i wish I’d had sooner, and all that I want now.
And somehow that’s perfect.