westid

it’s alright if you don’t completely fit together. you can stay right here and never feel the cold because i won’t abandon you. there’s nothing to worry about if you don’t serve some obsolete purpose any more, you might be broken but never doubt what you will always mean to me. have you to spare any of yours if i give you some of mine? we wouldn’t stand as tall as we did before, but that’s not going to hurt us if we make our stand together

take my tempered tolerance a sentimental man, not invested in frivolous things so lazily replaced or disposable. you were given to me in kindness, kept in gratitude, and protected by these walls i built around us. and if that’s not convenient for them then so be it, they don’t need to understand, for me to hold onto that flicker of good faith you are in the blacked out emptiness of an eternity all ready to forget that i took you in as a vestige of hope muted by the emptiness between the planets

if i become encumbered with you, i will tear down this structure that surrounds us until there’s no such thing as no room, and give myself to rest in a place of indefinite safety. and if you need my heart then i will take it out as my last act before i join you in sleeping where the broken things are. and if you’re as broken as me then we will fade away together, my fate will be the same as yours and you will never have to wait for me, or fear that i might never return