Anonymous asked: Rest assured, you know nothing of me. all I know of you are the 3 words you go by and how I refused to save him I was referring to you. I was selfishly talking on your behalf as if being possessed by you. In a moment of complete helplessness, I've chosen you, with your collarbones, to serve my imagination as a fictional character. My actions are, much like our existence, unjustified. This isn't an apology. I can see the marks of uncertainty in your words. The fear of what yet to come. Who am I?
Rest assured
Rest assured
The comfort that I find in these words.
Somehow, they are etched with memories of you.
Somehow, I can see you writing them down.
What have the narrow walls of this heart of mine endured?
Uncertainty have always stained my words, my thoughts and my faith.
But never out of fear.
Are you sure you would want to compare our existence to your actions
knowing what I think of our existence?
Baffling.
Maybe my collar bones are too brittle.
Maybe I am better off as a fictional character.
“Who am I” you ask?
It is clear to me who I am writing to, but not who I used to write about.
