She walks through the darkness lasting next to forever. When she arrives at the door hesitation creates resistance, and she drifts back into the darkness. Each time she arrives a new challenge pushes her back into the darkness.

She’s determined.

When her demons are all slain, the door floats open as she approaches.

She creeps through the door, not sure exactly what she was searching for other than forever.

The door swings wide. She peeks behind to find her heart shaped box, all the pieces of me tucked inside.

She dusts it off. She licks her lips and blows. The dust is too thick. She rubs the rest off with the sleeves of her sweater. Who wouldn’t let her? I’m hers whenever she wants. When Her essence’s in my presence, I am my best. I’d risks my life at her bequest. Schrodinger’s Cat drug in a god damn mess, blessed with lessons, all dressed up with nowhere to go, no one to know.

The darkness lasts next to forever, maybe longer. Fate wrote a song about her once we found her.

So close to hell, you can’t even tell. Where the hell have I been? So close to hell, you can’t even tell.. Oh, hell not this shit again.

Relentlessly through the woods, so lovely, dark, and deep indeed, she works with no regard to sleep. She arrives at the door. Mutters, “Last time. No more.”

Hesitation’s how she meets resistance. Her fear empowers its own existence, mongering ignorance to fain acceptance. Each time she arrives, a new challenge pushes her back into the abyss.

Oh well, too close to hell to tell. All I know is forever is waiting or I’m waiting on forever. Whichever is better. I’m hers whenever she’s ready. There’s nothing left to do but stay ready.