the fluffy kitten's stories

You are the one enfolding in this cigarette haze. You are as obscure only as this troubled mind, at this troubled hour can make. You are of flourishes and curlicues. I am of hard cold steel and destruction. It plays to my strengths, your weakness. It plays into my hands, your coldness. We are nonsensical as it is time to be. In the morning it will be dream-state forgotten.

For I am roses and you are thorns. I am wire but you are barbs. There is soft meloncholy there, under velvet pure skies. But also great beauty. And our fate is always sealed with the last kiss.