by Violet

An idealist heart, loathing every bit of itself, wanting nothing but entireness.

The brain gives up; rather gets overthrown, literally off its boat; a captain-less warship of logic, gone astray.

It is the harsh waves of emotion that over flood the shores of the lungs, eating away at each and every atom of air within. Till blood turn purple.

That is how it feels with each breath i draw in, that, that is your love.