welcome to the damnation

stockholm, wednesday, 19:24, 2017- november

it was the first time our eyes connected. it felt electric. us meeting was a coincidence.

you're everything but you're not. the way we touched, it felt incriminating, it felt exciting. the glace we shared it felt so new, so real. you're not losing me, not yet. you're soothing, i'm healing. insanity and reality are lost, now it's just you and me, what we had would never last. i had rules, and you reminded me why they were in place. you & i. us. there's so much to say but nothing comes out, it's suffocatingly silent. all too fast. what a shame. you're going to make me the bad guy in the story and maybe you're not wrong.

oslo, friday, 05:27, 2018- may

it was the last time we saw each other. i felt out of touch. it was our way of finishing, we acknowledged the end.

i'm starting to see the elephant in the room. the sky is disguised as your perfume. but the smell of you consumes, my mind. i'm trapped in your black and brown, i can't seem to look away hoping it'll lead me to a way out. the scars are gone, the moon is leaving, you can't see the bruising. there's only one solution, the path you pick. i'm not getting caught up in those feelings again. i'm not losing insanity again, believe me this is nothing but true. there's no going back. insanity lost, reality hits. it takes two to play this game, and i no longer feel like playing, so i left.

thankfully lightning doesn't strike the same place twice, so i will not root for you, i hope you get whatever you deserve, i don't know whether that is good or bad and i'm not going to be a cliche and say maybe if we meet again maybe things would work out because i hope to god we never cross paths again.

-K