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Your abandonment only fortifies. A proverbial proclivity. Goodnight my darling, and sugary-sweet dreams to you. |
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If Einstein-Rosen Bridges truly are, bestow an alien upon me. An exquisite one with clairvoyance. So that he may connect to me. A marvelous one with a soul. So that he may perceive my every sentiment. A resplendent one with unmatched strength. So that he may protect me, when I cannot fend for myself. An alluring one with identity. So that he may find solace in himself. A dazzling one with command. So that he may help me find comfort in my place. A stunning one with intellect. So that we may find inspiration in each other to change the world. |
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Summer is on the way, and it is becoming tepid. Often, they come, attempting to intrigue. But I flow along, inadvertently. Always absent-minded. One day, though, there is you. And you are beautiful. You apprehend my attention, and tickle my curiosities. There you wade, anticipating my energy. And I acquiesce. In, and then out again. Here, and then gone again. You perpetually reappear though. Every day I sweep you back up, and drift along side you again. My passion for you reveals itself in my cascading liquids that envelope you. In, and then out again. Here, and then gone again. And even when the red flags emerge, you arouse. I try my hardest to retract from you, but the winds will not oblige. Please do not let me drown you. |
| Because I will never forget. |
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As I was drifting off to sleep last night, I dreamt a dream. I tried to fight it, for, most dreams I can dig myself out of. But the more I struggled, the worse this one became. The Sandman pried my eyes open with no remorse when I denied him my own efforts. The madness I could not elude choked my metaphysical self until my breaths could no longer be detected. Self-sabotage and mutilation was the focus of this delusion. I could not abscond from the tangible need for entropy. And by the end of this horror, there was nothing left of me. |