Velvet Nostalgia

These are times where loneliness is pure — you can taste it. It tastes like metal, like the silver of her earrings. How can anyone love and hate the same thing at the same time? These are times where pain is solid - you can touch it. It burns your palms black,
but leaves you ice cold if you let go. These are times where desperation is bright — you can see it. It looks like shadows finally seizing the light, like vampires ruling the daylight sky. So when loneliness is pure, when pain is solid, when desperation is blindingly bright, I’ll still be able to meet your gaze. I’ll look into your eyes, and I’ll give you my final goodbye.