My dear friend, please come back to me.
I have seen you lingering.
But it has been so long since we intertwined the way we once did. It has been so long since your warmth coursed through my veins. The smile you inspired was so intoxicating to me, so contagious to the Observers. We once plucked from each other’s vines and ate the fruit with jovial giggles. We once drank deeply of one another long into the night, fingers trembling with excitement and intrepid discovery.
My dear friend, would you once again fill me with rhythmic rhyming recollections and the silliest of whimsies? Would you take me from myself? You, of all creatures or manners, know how much of a poison I can be, when left to my own devices. You know how especially toxic I am to myself. Would you please come rescue me from any semblance of sanity or drudgery of a perfectly ordered life? Such a burden it is to be ordinary. Brew a concoction of intoxicating mead that causes my head to swim upon the white-capped waves on my way to Neverland. Breathe in me the airs of sailors and hope for barn swallows and red skies at night and wind in my sails ‘neath starry skies, waving to Halley as she passes by of her own volition and accord. She knows what it is to design her path and follow her design down to the last gasp and pyre. She knows what it is to burn and leave behind the cinders that might set those in her wake ablaze with dreamy starlight.
Please, my dear friend, burn inside me with that dreamy starlight. I long to, once again, scintillate from my eyes, for my touch to send a chill down the spine of unsuspecting Gray Hearts. Please color in my lines and battle alongside me, two soldiers abreast, facing the Prosaic Beast.
Let us inspire the Visceral War, my dearest friend.