25

I dug my fingers into the soil. Watched my blood flow, while planting them. Deflowered cemetery made way for new ideas. Stones piled up. Bones deflecting sunlight with yellowish stubbornness. You have seen it all while sitting in my head and watching through the peep hole that i used to call my eyes. I bet you laugh your head of, the one that only exists in my own. You know it all now. You walked the path and it seems a bit funny, that it didn't take even one pair of shoes for you to wear of. Quarter of an age. Long distance to go or so I thought. Leaves dancing their way down to drink my blood. Why are you so silent today? You have to know that I don't need these fingers anymore for I don't have anything to hold on to. Do not judge me. You are no better yourself. I can feel you looking for signs of my sanity. You use my blood instead of coffee. Magic. I follow your reflection in the red streams running down the hill. That's typical you. Running away caring parts of me. Don't be jealous of my flesh. It's just a temporary measure to keep me suffering so I would value you more when we finally reunite. I came to learn that long distance relationship are not for me.  P. S Love you.