People have God in their heads and I as God have Coleman in mine.

Like God, trust me She doesn’t leave, she grows leaves which spread and infect me with love, like nature.

In a good way none the less but love acts just like a virus upon entering ones system. ⁂

“If the world is ending, a woman will want time to fix her hair.

If the world’s ending, a woman will take time to tell a man something he’s done wrong.” 

― Robert Jordan, Lord of Chaos
Silence is Golden.

“Cig”

Since she never said that she doesn’t love me as I am yet sooo that love is in her hands until she lets me go.

That is if I want to be let go even, which is no.

The heart is a home and her heart is home enough for me, near and far.
Cuddling works well for that which is why she would delay herself in that case.

Since until that moment where I would be silenced in her presence forsure?

She gets to absorb all the love I keep firing her way in the meantime.

Like a vampire she is sucking my artistic blood dry, in a good way.
“May we see the sun rise together, shade of my heart.” 

― Robert Jordan, Lord of Chaos
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