postcards of passion

dearest natasha maree,

in our tender nutshell we are defined. untouched and unprotected by the plunging flames of a devilious society. we control our own reigns, conquer our own demeanour. running our soul along the fine grains of art, we succeed internally. the ink flows like blood from a gaping wound. a stream of liquified passion, we are physically expressed. let us sail the glorious seas of our dreams, floating on the 9 clouds of our wanderlust spirit. speaking the coded language of our souls, we engage. we understand frequencies of limitless schemes. suspects of an attempt at librating a suppressed truth, we are the masterminds of rebellion. for this i treasure your existence.

you are forever in my heart
(L) candizzle