Long nights. Cold nights. Lonely nights. Nights filled with fear, nights filled with tears. Each night bringing forth a new haunting memory. Seasons pass, winter turning to summer. The need for Deimos increases day by day. It grows, wrapping around me like vines possessing thorns, sinking deep tearing into my soul. Eventually making me bleed of need.
The less I see him, the more I crave him. I am the dry dessert and he is my rain that can quench my thirst. My rain so near yet so far from my reach. It's a painful struggle wanting to have someone so bad but they don't want the same. They prefer to keep you at a distance from the rest, blocking any sort of contact with you. But when daylight streams through your windows, the pain vanishes for a while and excitement flows through your vei
