takes.

i don't love recklessly like that. love is an art. and it's not abstract. it's a delicacy. it takes tactic. it takes skill..... at my level at least.... at our level at least. it takes craftsmanship. it takes patience. it takes time. it takes effort.  

it takes. and it gives. oh, it gives.  

immortality.

fuck a pen and a paper. 

fuck the megapixels on this screen.  

i write these entries on your skin....

as my fingers maneuver their way around your flesh. 

as my lips, kiss your essence.  

as my flesh, presses against yours- soul to soul.  

ink fades and papers vanish.  

megapixels distort and messages get lost. 

but, i have engraved the most sacred and realest of my creations on you: your mind. your spirit. your soul. your corpse....

and because of this, through you I am immortal. 

-all those years devoted to building a time capsule to keepsake the art, all along he was it. 

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