Luna-Darling

My brain pounds with such intensity that I can feel no other pain inside my body, the meticulous beat of my own heart has become my enemy. Each thump signifying a wave of cruel pulses throughout the synapsis of my own brain. They talk to me, the creatures who want my life and inspiration, with their caring nature and pretentious ways of speaking, but I can no longer comfort them. For years I have been this beacon of hope for those who wish for untainted logic, a never ending supply of fathomless reason and complete apathy for all that is emotional. What am I now? A shell, a dried up husk of what once was a great force to be held and worshipp

My darling, I hope this letter reaches you as quickly as it possibly can, already I feel as if I have read your letters a thousand times, and yet I know I will continue to read them as often as I possibly can, knowing that your words hold me to you, in your heart and in my own. It seems so long since I have heard your voice, kissed your lips, or simply beheld your beautiful face. I know this must be just as difficult for you as it is for me, but one day we will be together again, our hearts united and no longer torn apart. In a lot of ways I feel as if the letters are our own personal way of keeping together, our bond. How else could we r

I’m drowning in a sea of darkness now, I can’t understand why but I no longer care about anything at all. The idea of work or even of art is just not worth the effort, the only thing I look forward to the moments when I’m asleep, when I can dream of happiness again. It’s always been the same dream for the last couple days, of escaping, of finding a job where I am wanted and needed, where I am no longer in a endless stream of life sucking dead end jobs that have no future and no real progress or effect on anything or anyone. It’s funny but I’ve never really known what I’ve wanted to do with my l