Verdict based on lack of physical evidence and a signed confession

[mini sari]

Consequences and persecution for the inability to control emotion that consumes and overpowers radical thinking. Wrapped in a blanket with bleeding wrists and my kitten nestled between my breast and right arm. Fears of humiliation as a result of pouring out my heart into your very hands is the simple explanation for my current state. Yet, I still withhold all information from you, The small percentage of my mental self pleads to walk away, Or die trying. I'm sending you letter in a potentially fatal moment, Smeared with arrives of red and tears of memories born in an autumn where I felt I had it all. I feel imprisoned within this body, But I know this is caused in reality by lack of my distant heart. I suppose it is already yours, Before I even share. I suppose this isn't important to share, You already know. To only be closer to the one that holds my entire world in his hands would be a dream come true. The verdict stands, I love you and I can no longer bottle up what is about to make me burst. Is a signed confession enough to bring you back to these crimson outstretched arms and release me from this cell I have known for ten months and nine days? Could there be a possibility of ever gazing into those eyes for a mear moment, A first physical encounter in nearly a year?

I still have yet to tell you this to your face..

 

[neverwas]

very descriptive in your words. its easier to get a real feel of the peice when you can take images out from it.

good work.

hope your ok.