Let's show them we are better...

Around 2 a.m. the rain started to fall again. It was quite a lovely view, so far away from home, and I breathed it in like I only do when I truly love something, and there was a small sadness creeping in through my chest because I knew I would have to leave it, go back to reality where the stars don't seem to shine so bright anymore. But I pushed it aside, and rather hugged you as you soundly slept, because those moments are rare and I'm happy because I get to share them with you.

You must be a myth that your lover can't grasp and you must chase the moon like a wolf in the night, as if it will show you something only you can understand. Everything you do is a ritual that can mean something more and you must connect and create bonds with the spirits both outer and inner. Seek the strange and mysterious, otherworldly explanations for yourself and things around. There is always more. You must love and live and write like you're obsessed and possessed. Go mad for what you believe in.