thetacoartist

Why do you mean anything to me? Why are you even within my span of knowledge? We aren't even friends. You barely notice I even exist. You aren't mine to hold. So why do I want to? Why do I even want to hold you, even through the facts that stand? You're an anomaly to me. /You're should be absolutely nothing./ But you -aren't-; that's what annoys me. Why should I want to define something so inconsequential to myself? Why are you even something I want to define? You should mean nothing. But now you mean everything. You mean the Sun and the Moon and the Vault of Heaven and all of Her bodies. Why are you my Vault of Heaven? Why are you even anyth

Hello, my Ace.'Tis I, your Jack... Did you not notice my mind come back? (Our Suit of Hearts; yea, such a farce. It is your Heart I've yet to parse...) Nor did I, whence I saw your face... What mind have I, 'round you, my Ace? (How grande a figure, high or low; You hold that power o'er my heart, you know...) I know, one such as I crosses not your mind... One so high does not have to be kind. (O, my Ace, I do thee love! But thy mind knows not me of...) Be calm, my heart, the Ace watches us not... For our Ace, do not be fraught.   (Hello, my Ace! I've not yet left. This leaden weight I could not heft...) Dare not to leave, my lovely Ace