"Please don’t get tired of me? I know I’m hard to love and deal with, but I love you with all my heart and I promise you that I will always do my best for you."
- Please don’t leave… (via hey-im-g-a-y)

Dancing in the Mouth of Hell

If death was our first experience,
wouldn’t that make sense?
To work our way back to innocence.

If we knew the end had already been,
and our blind thoughts already seen,
wouldn’t the future then seem more enticing?

Instead we learn, grow and change ourselves,
despite deaths control over life’s carousel.
That’s what makes us so strong and uncompelled:
Dancing in the mouth of hell.

27.12.16 Alice Oatley
(first draft)

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