reblog if you want one of these in your askbox:



- A compliment
- A story
- Why you follow me
- If you met me what would you do
- A cute message
- One thing you want to tell me
- One thing you want to know about me

All of these

I cannot think when your laughter was silenced.  I cannot think when the boy in you died.  The fire inside. Smoldered down to dirt and ash, breathed in and robbed away your hopes of brighter days, gave life to the skeleton lurking in wait.  A tragic hero, shackled in his ways though he no longer wishes to remain. Digs himself deeper because he cannot escape. A prisoner of consequence and seduced by sufferance, yet he dreams to be free. Lives a life best he can through the reflection of another who mirrors what he longs but cannot have.  A father to one who is lost and wanders much like he; he beckons her away so that she may be free

of the winter in which he slowly freezes.