found via laura failyau
You are Silvia Thompson, girl drowning on account of her own inhibitions. Every time I say your name there is an urgency buried underneath my voice. If I crack, it's because I'm scared your ears will have dried up by the time I've physically reached you. So I always scream your name; I always cry it out loud with an aching need for you to turn around. Underneath this skin, I tear my masculinity to shreds. Souls are made of a certain cloth, and I fear that I am made more of yours. And I am watching you unravel yourself, lost, to take more of me - Silvia, hear me speak before you have all of me... before I can speak no more.
