I will love you like a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a shot of tequila to calm his nerves, and as a shot of tequila loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of shattering loves to make everyone else in the room gasp, and as someone gasping loves a table to lean upon, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and revel a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments have been opened and discovered, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the hearts in world have been broken and until every anagram has been unscrambled.
Days like today really make it hard to believe that there's a greater destiny awaiting me. Days like today, when so many prayers have been answered and so many of them ignored, make me wonder how far I can still go before I break. I run towards my addictions to ease the pain, and in the haze of yesterday's memories, I am reminded that the future still, even after everything, holds so much promise. Promise of the life I dream of. Promise of the love I crave for. Promise for the happiness that eludes my grasp. While today might not be everything I want, tomorrow shines bright with possibility. And while I may take today to mend all my newly inflicted wounds, I know that in this shallow world, the true dream, is to be able to dream at all.
