//Knee Socks by Arctic Monkeys plays subtly from my old earphones//
Take me to the sun, kill me by the clouds. Let the wind and the birds witness my cold blood create a sinful rain. Where will my thoughts go? I hope they're found dancing around the stars. One day, some lovesick girl will raise her voice to them, she'll tell them about the butterflies a boy has created in her heart. My memories will feel home when that same girl comes back heartbroken, crying out loud how this same boy stole her will to ever love again. My mind will travel around Orion while my body disintegrates over the city that saw me grow old. Everything but my soul will yield to gravity. She'll stay forever in the sky, lighting up the fire that creates this holy sunsets. From ethereal purple to infernal orange, every single color will come from a young soul that wanted nothing but freedom. Nothing but love.