A blue Rose to you!

 "...If I told you, that you were everything I ever wanted, Could I have you?..." 

                           *********Beautiful Dreamer🥀🎕

Dear Little Soul,

Just as he is, you are only with them to pass time, hoping you too will get a glimpse. A question for you, Is it enough? According to Joji, perfect don't mean that it's working.

A blue Rose to you!

You want a clean break and not an open wound. You want a clean heart, not one dripping in tar. 😅  A pursuit of the unattainable, a need for the impossible... Well, at least for now. Perhaps a pure soul, not one hunted by darkness. And you know this is a bit far-fetched, but a man can dream, no? You have heard their stories, their words, when you tell them that you want to sit outside in the night and watch the sky they tell you to wake up from your fantasy. No one will ever give you that. They do not, however, know that it calms you, you feel at peace and it makes you appreciate the small things. I dare say, somewhat weird to some, but a treasure to the few. I pray to God my soul to keep, the one I so inadvertently try to protect. 

A blue Rose to you!

You check your phone. It's Thirsty Thursday, the messages are popping up, bombarding your phone... but you are not feeling it. "check with you in an hour, I'll let you know the who what when where and how" and then you say yes. She has refused to accompany you, and insists that tonight is your night to shine. "Let your demon out. He has been in chains for far too long. Show your freaky side, and think of me, will you?" You say a church hymn is playing, and you shout, "Blessed IN-ssurance! Jesus IS mine." Look at you, all high and mighty, even the heathens and atheists know it is ASsurrance. When something gets  into your mind, it is very hard to convince you otherwise. You can feel the wind on your cheeks, and it is taunting you, telling you to try and tame it, and a wild thought occurs to you that you can change yourself to be the wind. Wake up little one, you're not an Alchemist. 

A blue Rose to you!

Hey there, You young thundercat, tend to your honour as I tend to mine. Walking down the street, the temptations are EVERYWHERE. You can see the movement of their hair in the untamable wind, you like most of their appearances, their faces, you think they're beautiful. And as he(another one) asked his Jonah, "does beauty really lie in the eyes of the beholder? or does it Lie To the beholder?"... their scents are all over, but you cannot tell which you like best. Their clothes are flashy, but because you think your style is a bit more elevated (Like the French) you do not really like them. It is intoxicating to say the least. You have decided to take (her) advice and let the night carry you. Tonight the secret is at the Bottom. The Bottom of that Bottle. You will drown yourself in your liquor and your hooch, and the church song you were listening to still plays in your head; you have to keep reminding yourself that it's As- not In...😂😂👀 Perhaps by the time the night is over, you will have learnt.

A blue Rose to you!

You are dazed. Captured by these thoughts in all their essence. You have always been good at pretense. You cry to your solace and ask him why you cannot see him. Perfect replica of a different situation? I wouldn't know. When he appears in your dreams, what does he tell you? You cannot recall. I will filter you with a part-ying shot; Good night and joy be with you. We both have heard children called Heaven, Others are still waiting for theirs, Is your Heaven a destination untold? Person unknown? Is it a place, where your wants and needs are served in equal measure? Holding a bottle of whisky,🍷you pull yourself out of their presence, you have had enough for Thirsty Thursday. A lot of whispers here and there, and promises you know you would never keep in seven hells. " We'll link up, okay? " "I'll app you tomorrow," "Expect a text in the morn," is what you tell all those hotties you poured your life story to. But we both know you'll not do it.

A blue Rose to you!

You are thinking about YOUR moon when you're lost in darkness, about YOUR warmth when you are shivering in the cold. Aaaaah the want of a dream. Now that I am thinking about love, is that how it is? Well one thing about me, is that I love love more than you'll love anyone. Taking a hiatus on that topic...I find it funny you know; how someone can be ever forgiving, ever affable, much like you Little Soul. Specifically, you are the object of a Queer, sort of  Respectful pity. See, look at your state, is she here to grab your hair or hold your shoulders when you puke? It is all your fault. You never looked Into Her Eyes! Now you stumble into our house like a muddled cockroach waiting to die. A pity. A sore sight for the eyes.

A blue Rose to you!

Thanks to Fortune, and may she ever pick out her favourites, (You) with equal judgement. She can be a b***h sometimes. And now there you are, thinking about X who you met in your rampage. X has shown you what they will do at the end, whatever they were doing before, and perhaps you're afraid. You know I am watching you, as you flip the pages of this new book, hoping to immerse yourself in a world whose demons you are aware of. Sometimes living oblivious is Great, and it may be easy to understand but hard to endure. Therefore I say to you, Little one, A blue Rose to you! 

I rest my onslaught for now, don't think about them (either the he or the she) till I return. Rest Little Soul, you deserve it. 

As will always be a pleasure;

Asari Sango.