Shams' Muse

Shams, A beast in me arose and spit fire and has taken hold of me like a demon a demon, Shams, a demon. It might be the medication that makes my heart race, as I lazily watch a halluciation in my fever make circles spirit across the white walls. But, the appeal of a demon is so much greater than to cast this mundane, sniffling, aching, misery into something so abstract as a virus.

i delighted at that news delighted that i knew the news would come eventually. and delighted that you are now hurting and that is so not like me. i guess you got me real good real, real good.

i feel awe that you are not my friend

oh to be so less alone tis so tedious sometimes when busy with others I crave you so, but when busy with none, je le detest.

sometimes I come back to you, and I twirl a strand of hair around my finger, and think, why?