The Story** begins with silence and black out, a void. Not darkness. Nor anything that attempts to define nothingness, because it’s nothing. The blackness or void is only a metaphor representing nothing. Within this point, so close to simultaneous you’d think they were one in the same, a light emerges, emanating divine, pure energy and love.  Its intelligence and complexity expands and fills what was once nothing with beauty and truth. At this moment, all is whole, fast as thought, strong beyond comprehension, gentle as a whisper and furious beyond all flame. The wild spirit of happiness is real and alive! The void was never the enemy, only a point in which to be born. Duality can only exist if unification finds an enemy within itself. The enemy is reflected by the segregation and space created between divine and mortal. This space is developed by Ego.

   This entity “Ego” is the essence of self resistance, absorption, chaos, consciousness…hate. The inner antagonist rises and begins to cut and eliminate the threads attached to creation and spirit. A mirror that envelopes and contains the living spirit.  An orb caging vulnerable souls spread throughout the expansion of life and suffocating energetic flow.  The universe and it’s creatures that lost connection being virtually incapable of seeing one another ever again while the enemy exists.

   The instigation is tolerated by those who always continue the journey. The emasculation of Ego, commences as the divine resonates it’s vibration as a weapon like a solar flare, piercing the Ego. Then the inner spirit begins to open up and claw its way out. The Spirit sees that vanity is leading the despair of self pity into the heart as it remains a vessel dwelling in a false world channeling a false force. This awareness makes The Spirit lifts up, against and out of a matrix constructed within the crystal ball cage that refracts the true sun’s rays. Together, The Spirit and The Divine begin to crush Ego. Ego begins to flatten, compress and then combust. Through the flames the chord of love between The Divine and The Spirit bursts like a shooting star towards the kinship’s re-established nexus. The collision creates what was pure and full in circulation again and the expansion becomes an infinite motion harmonizing with the void in an adventure that goes on forever. When Ego tries to slither back in after a nearly insurmountable time of hiding between the gaps that contains new life, it is given no room by anything in thought, theory, in any form of existence.

He made love to her,
Passionate love.
Lust was endless,
Love was infinite and renewable.
All fear, all stress and heart ache left their bodies briefly.
The sweat from their love fell on each other like tear drops.
This kind of passionate love comes from ones soul, a pure and truly beautiful passion....

A trowel and an infinite supply of spackle. Leave me to work, friends. I perceive your cracks, everyone, every one. Canyons, hairline crevices, they trace your backs like rain down windowsills. I've never quite been able to predict where the fissure will turn.

A trowel and an infinite supply of patience. Leave me to my duty, friends. Let me fill in your fractures, I can saturate them to their basin with reparations, reconciliations. I will breathe forgiveness, companionship, love, whatever you need onto my mendings, they will harden. Paint over them what shades you will, I’ll hold your hand as you hold the brush.

A trowel and an infinite supply of compassion. Leave me to my compulsion, friends. Maintain my repairs, I beg of you. You let them become brittle and they flake off of your faces like paper Mache masks. You, let the paint fade. Your work, our work, to fix the fissures, it’s crumbling through your fingers, outstretched, dumbfounded you stare. Pick up the trowel and spackle your own canyons. Spread the fleeting putty across your faces till your eyes cry dust when you blink.

Oh look, upon your left eyelid. A fracture. A trowel. Leave me to my love, friends.

Ruminating epoché,
‘I am…’ ‘Or am I’? Who can say?
‘A posteriori’ leads the way
For the extra and the ordinary
Axiomatic sway
In the gravity of corollary,
‘A priori’ interplay.
Ataraxic overlay of anxious automation,
As the innocence of dissonance delay
Initiatives imperative consolidation,
Civilly disobedient in expedient disarray.
Practicing semantic contemplation,
Filling nihilistic voids with particles in waves,
Forecast in vague extrapolation,
To interpret dreams of Freud to free Oedipus’s slaves,
A degreeless scholastic who never misbehaves,
Simulated humanoid dramatic in the affect that he craves,
Inflating the linguistics of silent enclaves,
A thespian who plans conation with legacy engraves.
Probabilistic determiner of cosmogenous debates,
The Apperceived inquirer of qualitative states,
Inspiring proprietor of dismality abates.
Challenging Aporia as epistemic oscillates,
Stoically, heroically, ‘one’ who amalgamates,
Circling the infinite in hermeneutic calibrates.

We're only two of infinite stars.

Burning with desire,
Lusting after passion.

Caressing in the dark,
we were never a walk in the park.

Hidden and burdened,
a love that is forbidden.

No use in wishing on 11:11's,
flick away those fallen eyelashes.

A love made of tragedy,
imprinted on the stars.
Desire and passion,
ready to start a war.

Two of infinite stars,
part of different constellations,
a love, if that's what this is,
ending in entire damnation.

We're only two of infinite stars.
What made us think
we were meant to be from the start?

We're only two of infinite stars,
existing in a universe that's bound to keep us apart.

Ideas turned ideology create
Infinite numbers of lines in the sand
Here's mine and there's yours
Serotonin deficient lives
Laying dreams on the back of others
Then shunning them for breaking

Men told to **** the marrow
Women told to **** the ****
Pigeon holed sweater wearers
Hanging the future in neat picture frames
Staring intently to help it self-materialize

Junkies pry the world limb by limb
Holding hands in *** ba ya
As they skip off windowed cliffs
Red light burning away the innocence
Of hairless brown rabbits
Hypnotized boxers fighting ideas
While onlookers are sold to slavers
Breathless New Ageisms
Creating an orthodoxy of unorthodoxy
Visions of trains in a spotless horizon
Idolizing the unreal,  a hope for hope
Destined for eternal disappointment

The world is not ours,
                  (but that doesn't stop us from wanting it)
Our bodies are not limitless; they do not last forever, though in this moment
                                                          ­                                                 I swear, I almost feel infinite

There was a time when I thought words were immeasurable
Those being said, those already spoken, and those yet to be spoken
They are, were and would forever be endless

Some are exchanged lightly without thought, and others are as thunder, destructive and forceful,
but somehow it doesn't matter how they are said, and to whom;
As long as those words put an end to the drawn out silence
(there is no need for them to be meaningful, or even tender)

I used to believe words were Everything
that language could offer us something unexplainable and undeserved
(As though it was not meant for everyone)
I used to think these things when I was young
                                                           ­             (I still do)

Some poems exist inside of us, and others for all the world to see
But what the world sees, we are blinded to
These poems are not spoken out loud
Because no one wants to talk about their hidden, unmistakable flaws

It's a shame really
We listen so hard, but we never hear the poems we need to hear most

Clouds and rainy days are everywhere, with blue skies and happiness in between
(But what comes after the happiness?)

Our lives, it seems are photographs
Moments of joy, snippets of sadness
Beginnings of one thing,
                                 ends of another
they are simple snapshots taken just to be forgotten
                worn and faded
Beautiful, but so often left in a drawer

Outside our lives, beyond the drawers and would-be frames
The world keeps shifting, moving forward,
                                                 with or without us
Fall-painted leaves, white-blanket snow melting
into the beautiful bloom of spring and warm heart of summer

Trivial are our words
We write all we know, inking down our deepest thoughts,
But the paper stays blank and empty
Our words, despite how lovely and important we think they may be,
                                                             ­                have no power over anything at all
The stars are so far away and out of reach, but even the stars
are no closer to Heaven than we can ever be

We don't know what matters
we complicate things, and make excuses
truly, we don't know what really matters in life
(Or maybe we just don't care about what matters until it's almost gone)
In summer we miss the snow,
               in winter we miss the sun
We have become discontent and unhappy with what we have

So these are the three things I have learned,
One from someone I'll never meet,
                                 two others from people I never knew:

Walk in other people's shoes, regardless of the size
See things through someone else's eyes, instead of looking blindly through your own
Write as if the words you write could be your last

Kudos to the Promoter –
The oblivious n’ obliging  
That planned and precipitated
This Perpetual Peninsular Planet
  
Kudos to the Governor
Who lit nuclear fire in far fulcrum
For a clear day light delight
Creamy kind to the mankind
  
Kudos the Sole Soul Administrator
Who gifted circular air corridor
And nosed it down into lungs
To beat to the heart’s content
  
Kudos the Chief Organizer
Who sponsored organic life around
Induced conducive premises
To belong and live long along
  
Kudos to the Ace Architect
Who opened up infinite cosmos
To host finite entities to thrive
Cycle and recycle thru infinity
  
Kudos to the Ubiquitous
Who master minded gene n’ genre
To organize sensory organs
And make chosen living

an inscription on the side of the door
that I didn't see
upon entering


I like visiting you when you spit real
you hop from moon to moon
and never tire of handing out
your remarkable brand of smiles
as you go


you see
the thing is, you
are probably the most rare
of humans
I've ever known
you're the kind of person
I didn't realise it till now
I've always been on subconscious search for
no longer bereft of beauty
I am



so many sides
and so much fire
sometimes, it's hard
to keep pace
with mental fireworks

out on rocky shores
some sweets can cut the tongue
my feet edge tentative
over uneven edges
and move forward
slowly


there's a golden child in a tunic
who walks miles to learn of this wonderful world
which dips its ever-pen into the inkwell-head
of innocence
polluting the sweet waters there
changing for all time
the complexion of healing time

there's always hope in the smile of a child
thank heavens for the eyes of children
yet, look what we do...


yes, he's walking to his next lesson
if he only knew what waits
when he grows up
something inside will die
something so beautiful and deeply precious
will simply perish

when we grow up, we actually die
innocence is replaced by blasé crap

young girls are advised to carry
silver spoons hid in drawers
to spark their chaperoned freedom
sleeping families never wake
as silent clouds settle insidious
placed by forces
no cherub wants to meet
the wicked are pardoned by the blind
and yet another child is trapped
and Babel's tower lives once more

the world is such
we **** our own
for the merest pretext

yet hope must live
keep candle of humanity lit


taking the time to find
that beautiful inscription
a prayer of infinite beauty
follow the steps to your heart
love comes
to light*




S T,            25th augs

He sees angels in paintings or at right angles;
the flames ascending towards the mountain,
the brute energy consumed by arrows of cognition
of the image of the wounds at all of the LORD
confused by the letters the mouth of the errors
of the Beats; he finally got off to receive a letter
from the waves, I will say to the woods a child
for school breakfast, dinner had once been
at the head of the day to his labor in the situation
not quickly broken, in spite of the crowd it's sunny day,
a cigarette is too hard for the depth of the Father
is not empty colored, stained royal serious, serious
flowing pure rage mistake provides the plots
are multiplied by hanging strength of the depths
of depression achieve a sacred pledge to understand
the number of flight problems cheat wake up consumer
crazy, drowning upset problems false fail reliable
honey was struck to respond to the country of the lover
and his fingers hit in that they're the toes of the hired
of the honor paid to give expression to the expectation
of the things he tells of the killing of her sister,
a weapon against is in my heart,
that you would walk around the horizontal line
will be perpendicular to the horizontal line parallel
to the horizontal line CA cracks her burnt on fire,
to hang on and everything was done
in the wisdom pertaining to the feet may
be killing the dead drops can be with Rose's holes
in the offer of protection to the empty space
of six faithful in the power of understanding
the uses of wood in language news agency
images of the core; tortured on the rough road
beverage voice filled with pain, brightness
of foreign children will jump in bold weeks,
one hundred kisses and there is insanity
in the early autumn spinal fantasy laughing
totally overwhelmed periodically by eels
and a second shaped rhythms fades to silly
to build the integrity of the company shade
of orange wrong end of a dip to explain
the mystery of the ancient forest rich in waste
and cat time-travel market relationship
with the names chosen: the old men's silent
observance of the laws of Jesus, my salvation
must fall after driving back the begging
of the question to defend unto the men,
that I may look at the hungry soul with a curse:
for your curse is, he heaped upon the strength
of his at once to dance, from the midst
of the color of 7 stored away, with their faces to the uttermost
part of the sea,
the heap of happy,          one should think that the cause of those who believe
clad in fine linen,                                              that send forth the way of life,
and of purple,     and of the doctrine of the the move
to the internet looking for the kind of offer
that is perfect in this life,         and they are invisible,
teaching the normal heat captured from government
forces to admit, wearing a pleasure, therefore,
I know that perfection is an awareness
of it to do with the book of Ops guide
a deep faith in the refuse of the wonders
of the fish from the [             ] and the things that were taken;
the more prudent one we know, in the field,
do you want the courage to make the going down
of the sun has been obscured by the light of the moon,
surrounded by the natural heaven of the fame
of the speed of the disaster, the destruction
of showing the roots of the daughter of the mortar,
he took away the stones, remembering the salt
that they are in in the infinite is not Saturn,
the very hairs of are can be applied to the transfer
of sensitiveness to express ideas easily
swallowing the garbage the operator called
The light blade attachment content fought
completion rate brush harms quiet understanding
of the stream finally worth desperation's bloom ||
to deny particular kind of way
of sparking a relationship scene;
interesting showing bound focus
shouting simple chair Indian
Med wishes to induced spoke
     fight showing the weather
echoes of butterflies & 80 monsters out
of a cake naked;
it grieved him to serious |performance
drop with the fat of the immense work
                                        of childhood,
they are akin to friendship,                       and others;
the rays of the shall be twenty,                    sat down,
wandering, had been sent to Wikisource
From the photography of conjecture
about the victory of the thin, enters goodbye,
asking for it, blessed are the |pure in heart:
and the cry of every man's part of the usurper,
and then they came with the clouds,
and we shall rise again, again,
12 in front of all the other things
  they question about
     in the night,
and the noise of a mall that dieth in the online
                                                    conversation­s,
and it tore, is the faithful and the kitchen pulls
out of the man
alive, and will direct thy way;
                                                  and, therefore,
                                                         the livery |
will be the darkness of death in the background
of the clients targeted |||
by Haggai the prophet's consumer cash
| hand movements i.meme suppose to be funny
beast is playing 8 9 11 a feline nightmare
as they join pleasant sins rippled by self
We sang, || the wanderer of the hill
to the assistance of the church in memory
of the judge to go through the judgment
of the two seas;      Seeing angels painted
innocently amid kingly flames fight
insanity's energy by reading mountain
burned completely shot image knowledge
rings out wounded, definitely confusion
letter bones errors beats finally
left decided roller derby en birth letters
survive wave explain forestry work youth
cup dinner dinner intimate heads one day
work feed stops breaks despite society's sunny day
hard, higher, dad's empty cigarette pack, finger
stained, rising gravy train flowing sincere error
of rage providing plans to move to Io to grow
hanging depths of depression forces reaching
safety Holy understanding below the number
of cheating flight problems waking up to sunlight's
pain crazy talkative upsetting problems
false-fail trusted ||From the photo of speculation
about the victory of the finessed fades goodbye,
asking for it, blessed is the pure heart:
and the cry of every man to play the part
of Usurper and then they came with the clouds
and we will again rise 12 ahead of all
the other things of the question of the night
and the noise of a commercial center that dies
in online conversations, and broken, is loyal,
and the kitchen pulls out of man alive,
and directs your way and hence the painting
will be the darkness of death to the depth
of customers targeted by Haggai the prophet
J consumer cash in hand;       i.meme moves
let's assume,
it is a funny beast playing 89.11 e-filing
is a nightmare as they unite a pleasant sin
rippled by ourselves;  We were singing, wandering ...
||

Echoes from within-
The constant ripples of these calming echoes have become my own kind of serenity.
I feel as if I am walking under water, the angel of death has struck me with his intoxicating arrow.
When these unknown echoes bounce off the invisible walls that surround me I am able to stop time.
I move to the rhythm of this darkness, sway to the tempo of the echoes that have invaded me for so long. Hell this isn’t a cold war no more. .  I reminisce over the day I made my choice. The day I was saved by these unknown echoes, the day I received this freedom that has me enslaved.

As I walked down the aisle, my shadow comforts me. I look back and smile. At least someone stayed behind.
I stood at the altar, my bare feet adorning the cold floor. Taking in all of what I deserved, nothing.
I stood at the cold altar, looking death in the face as I said my vows; I pledged my life, confessed my eternal love.  As I engraved death’s name across my chest, my empty hallow chest.

My long walk to freedom is an infinite road, a deadly labyrinth that has me going in circles.
These cold metals hold me in my right place, like gravity they hold me down, down where I belong.
As these chains cut deep into my skin, I feel a bit of relief. I still appreciate the pain that never left me.
I am filled with gratitude as this sharp razor blade embraces my flawless skin, as I receive the only love I’ve ever known.
This is the kind of love that fills me with uttermost joy, love that life could not give me.
As this sharp blade carves into my pale skin I drift into my happy place, my safe place.
The clinking sound of the cold metals sinking into my skin sends me on a rampage inside this comforting cage. If I don’t have these echoes I have nothing!

As the spotlight focuses on me, I can’t help but disappear into the background.
I am dead beat from chasing these shadows that deprecate me into nothing.
I see my pain bouncing off these walls like relentless echoes that end up in this empty space.
As this red liquid drips and dances to the rhythm of my empty beating chest I curse the darkness that gave birth to me.
This deep dark dripping liquid, matches the pulse of these echoes that surround me, these unknown echoes.
As I stand on top of this mountain that amounts to the sins against me: cases against my innocent tainted blood I can’t help but scream. I question the shadows that surround me I summon the death that gave birth to me, but what I hear are echoes of my own voice.

As this deep dark red liquid drips from my wrist I feel at ease. I feel as though I have paid the universe. I hope to lose myself in time, in space like the resonance that suffocates me.
I hope that this deep dark red pool that I lay in will help me float into the sunset. Award me the freedom I long begged for. I am tired of chipping bits of my dark soul in order to fit the picture, tired of the weight of the world on my shoulders, tired of chasing the fast spotlight. What I have, what I own, what I know are these echoes from within me, echoes unknown.

Right now bright sunshine blinds us to the sense
That we all live in a nebulous mist of uncertainty
Only knowing that eventually everyone Dies
After witnessing the miraculous wonder of Existence.

Eternal Infinity is impossible
Yet so too are finite boundaries
That only last for seconds.

There must be an Ultimate, All Powerful, Supremely Intelligent Being
Somewhere
We would think.
But is that possible in an Infinite Eternity?
And would any such being really be Omni Everything?

So we soldier on
Keeping ourselves amused.
Watching out for any clues
As to what this is all about.

Paul Butters

© PB 26\12\2022.

I Feel Things Inside Of Me Real Deep,
My Soul Will Speak,
I Hear A Raven Sing Next To A Creek,
Through The Silence,
Illuminating Pure Vibrating Tears From These Eye Lids,
It Would Be A Story To The Grave,
To Explain Where Ive Been,
1000 Years, Reincarnated Here,
In Realms Where Theres Absence Of Fear,
So Lonely Oh Dear, Come Here,
I Am The Never Ending Hug You For Ever Seek,
I'm That Comfort , You Puke For In The Bathroom Sink,
I Am The Home That Was Once Physical Now Ashes,
I'm The Last One Thats Still Standing,
With Wounds To Big For A Bandage,
Telepathy, Interjection The Mind A Bandit,
I Protect These Bones, My Woman My Home, ******,
I Don't Have To Prove, I Could Use My Qi To See A Massive Bruise,
I Keep I Am Peace It's What Masters Do,
Vk, Immortal Ways,
Only The Now Is Exist,
Illusion Of Days,
Diffrent Shades Of Gray,
Infinite Ways,
My Worth Is A Perk To A Curse,
So On Earth Ima Stay,
Till I'm Ash And Im Gray,
And A Storm Washes Me A Way,
Theres So Many I Have And Will Saved,
I Work On What I Say,
Sometimes, I Speak Words That Hurt Cos Im Afraid,
That You All Will Walk Away,
And Y'all Did And Still Do,
Ooh I'm Numb From The Pain,
You Told Me You Would Never Leave,
Alone In The Rain,
I'm Embracing This Rain Storm
Making The Rain Warm,
I Accept As It Rains More,
Let The Rain Pour,
Roses On Grave Stones,
Its Dark But Like A Bat,
I Got My Back And Ima Find My Way Though,
Passionate Romance,
I My Specialty ,
Roses Pedals Be,
Over Your Body,
As You Breathing Heavily,
It's Intense Will You Let It Be,
I'm That Vampyre Memory,
December Weather Is For Ever The,
Vibe I Hold Inside,
When At Night I Die,
And Lay In My Casket,
Don't Ask Why,
Just Hold My Hand And Stay Eternally,
Or Let Me Know When You Feel This Cold,
If You know Your Objective Is Burning Me,
Embers And My Heart Hug,
Darker Than Black Home,
Victorian Rug,
I Am Immortal Love

Wilting roses scattered across a broken sea
What I would give to have you next to me
Motionlessly drifting, breaking down the last door of sanity
The final solution. To cut off all ties to the unknowingly accused
A corrupt judge refuses bail
The jury has been overruled
A longing within writing
A means to an end
new heart aspires
So this one is dead
With the fragments of time
Nothing could have changed
Taking solace within the plume that is sadness
A sparkle of hope, exists within indecision
This is my omen
This is your hope
Bring me strength, laying in a basket
An unavoidable fall
Time has it's place, wearing away at that infinite
Causing pain as it tears at our hearts
Bring me to the blackness
Leave me in the light
Ground up this feeling
Start anew
Leave all regrets

Break away

I give thanks
my lord
my deepest feelings
are at thy feet
you gave me sorrow
that seem'd infinite
you give me joy
that is boundless
how do I repay
who do I repay
all that came to me
my heart feels too full
mine eyes brim with tears
a guilt lies within
fear of happiness
without a balance

love is a rhythm i choose not to edit
burning serpents in syncopated tones
stolen vibrations from conquered nations
i am amazed at slavery's undertones
doomsday hypothesis
insufferable hypocrisy
is this the way we are meant to perceive
reality's final throes
perhaps a last attempt at infatuation
another insurgency toward our situation
there is music in the millipedes
1,000 feet stomping on the hot pavement
midday heat is burning the gentlest of trees
and yet saving lives of anteaters in need
grief is complete and not wasted
never jumbled by threads of frailty
insipid lipids deftly crawl upon caterpillars shoulders
starry eyed soldiers
sold to the streets in shivering brokenness
i am madness incarnate
the west is a spectacle of insubstantial lunacy
if you wish to conquer this reality

open your heart and kiss the feet of kindness
blindness is worshipped as if it was wisdom
sincere victims of another’s prison
simpler lives define simpler times
keepers of the rhythm
keepers of the rhyme
i dine on salamanders and supine slivers of the moon’s heartbeat
fault no one but yourself
gifts are wealth
i am salt and sulphur is the mother of the soul
loose cannons explode
she rode the wild shadows
and took the backroads all the way home
infinite living history
his memory serving beauty forever
for a lifetime i am looking for truth
in shattered space and respecting the face of the ancestors
self aware shades of solidarity
harvested by hands made light with clarity
is this music
is this meaning
her openness is our healing
this majesty surrounds us all
resolve to rise and your bound to fall
small instances of randomness daily
semantics are happenstance
you graduate from school with a bouquet of flowers
that rot in the morning’s splattering of paint
as garbage heaps resist *******
issues of power and surface tension
i am dreading the exceptions
give love now or move out of the way
stay awake and aware
while sadhana is beckoning to us all

I thought I knew how to string a web
of realizations around my six of hearts,
but playing cards and not cashing in
makes no sense to pessimists that drink
not often enough

Emotions are hairy and tarantulas are scary
Strawberry wine has a buttery aftertaste, he says
So why am I feeling like I don’t know anything
after expressing my thoughts I can’t sort out?

What makes sense? Not these words
Knowing yourself is figuring out the infinite piece
puzzle you’ll never finish because they’re scattered
all about to everyone you love
But they’ll never complete you like you want them to

Tears come naturally like rain from the sky
Salty droplets, trickling down from your puffy eyes
There’s a frog in your throat, croaking louder than ever
Is this enough nonsense for you?

I stand alone,
entranced by the sun
confined by my own resistance

Infinite love and hate concomitant
adhere to my bones,
trickle from my pores.

This is me, giving you your space.
I know you didn't ask me to.

But I can feel you pulling at the thread that connects your tin can to mine.
I can feel the tension--here it twang audibly--as my grip and yours tighten over the parts of us
That we've exchanged like love letters and sweet nothings
(Which for the record I secretly hope were more like sweet somethings).
This serendipitous intimacy that I've grown so psychologically dependent on putrefies under the priorities we've got to uphold
Like maintaining our social lives
And finding a chance to unplug
And remembering who we want to be when we aren't eighteen
For the sake of treading water in the infinite flow of todays and tomorrows...
It weighs on me wide and heavy like the five thousand miles of land and sea that stretch between us.
And I know that you're not distant because I did something
Or didn't do something.
But the fact of the matter is that you are distant.


So I'm giving you your space
Whether you notice or not
And maybe if I get lucky
You'll find your way back to me.

I feel like I’m in a dark room
Without light or a sense of direction
I used to be scared by the infinite gloom
But now I know you’re somewhere in it

in the summer there was moon lit love hitting fast like lightning and disappeared like the morning dew

in the fall there was gentle love but friendships startled which caused the leaves to fall and branches to break

in the winter there was snowy car rides listening to playlists and childish love but passionate enough to spark a flame and heat up the chill of the air

it's spring and so far I've had an infinite loving of zero

I wish I could leave the planet,
I wish I could fly,
cuz you can't see the madness,
with the naked eye,

I wouldn't hate to die,
and it kinda scares me,
walk into the fire,
without caring,

infinite emotions,
mixed into one,

embrace the cold wind,
live with the sun-