Athazagoraphobia: The fear of being forgotten.

Oh, how it feels to be so beautifully tragic and to lavish in the sinful seduction of the magic in chemistry that lasts as long as the rush. Just hush your voices they can hear fear for they seethe at the chance to break your bones just to prove you really are alone.

I dreamed that my life would always seem this special and that no matter what I would never surrender and settle. Just because I can, I’ll take what I can get. I’ll make a mess of my life and I won’t regret, because in short all good things are wild and free so please just let me be. Please just let me breath with them for as long I can remain uncondemned.

So to everyone that left, I’m doing just fine. I took whats mine and will continue to laugh in the face of time because I will never let it dictate the choices I make, the breaths I take, or the lives I shake. I’ll live unconventionally, I’ll live actually. I’ll kiss lips I don’t love, and do things you can only dream of . I refuse to lose, for if this life is not mine then who shall make it one worth remembering? I won’t exist, I’ll live. Only to give this soul a chance at a romance with the bliss of life. We will be limitless or we will be nothing at all. For all I wish to recall are the moments where I am with you and we soak in the sea and ignore bloody knees from abuse of our enemies.

Sometimes I like to just listen and record those times. Those times I’ll soon be missing with the words of those I love as they slur together.

You see, you all might just be passing through but the secret is that I am too.