Peaking through the pipeline, the red retina of a sweet, white death. It tunnels redemption and purification, drilling down through the walls and the ceilings of a deep-seated madness. It’s an exhilarating construction of love.
The sun never sets in the land of betrayal. I expended my life in the liberarion of people’s stains. I avoid the common and the norm, and recklessly crush my knees over new untamed paths, only to find myself chased, still, by memories of spiked colored eyes; stabbing my chest.
I was visited by an old friend today. He reminded me of my debt being due for collection. I smiled, and rejoiced. In a moment of truth and recognition, he took me into his arms, and whispered anatomies of relief. I enquired about everyone I cared about, and he confirmed her well-being. ‘You will be soon forgotten’, his eyes told me. I asked about the colors, and he said ‘no more grey, no more insinuations’.
Dear friend, take me higher, down. Erase my tracks and let me remain not. Cover my scent with trees and my flesh with ants. Let me rule the world from down above, on a throne made of fretting stars. Chant my silence, and observe my absence. I am all that you’re not, anduyou’re but the a universe.
I miss you, my friend. And I’m glad for us. You never let me down, and we’ll finally be together, forever. You are my legacy.
This is my becoming. This is my design. Its all mine. I promise u a reckoning.
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Maybe not what you want to hear, but a very fun and stimulating post. The visuals you paint leave me inquisitive to say the least. I find our tracks line up on in sentence, only later, I find them apart, but near by.
I feel more people would appreciate you here, if we all were not so tired. 😛
Also, this touched me. Made my words, simple. I feel like we are going through something similar.
Keep it up.
Thank you dear. Sorry for the really long reply, I’ve been to jupiter and back.
Late** not long lol.