There are things your heart wants, and there are things your heart can't have. They aren't always beautiful, they have a raw and unhinged mind all their own, taking from where you don't want them.
It's easy to forget how to be alive, sometimes you don't acknowledge that it's your own hands that bind you, it's your own voice trapping itself in your throat.
I pay homage to that which I desire, tribute and retribution.
Sometimes you must be reminded to free yourself, to take that what you want in it's entirety without looking back - to find the simplicity within the chaos, the calm inside the storm.
Some days you'll miss me more, and some days I can still smell you on my skin.