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My soft yearning gaze upon your emanating presence
fills my heart to the brim with appreciation
Of your beauty, the lines of your face like
superlunary threads woven together in fractals;
an instantiation of geometric perfection.
Like æther, the material of celestial spheres,
creating a passage
that connects the edge of one to the other.
Transmitting a frequency that channels my heart with love;  of the
warm embrace of your beauté

Your beauty
transcends
dimensions
like music
that feeds
my lost soul
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I pay for it with time
like a bridge to traverse between dimensions

For this passage is not physical
but a liminal space
when I close my eyes
and think of you.

the Touch of death
go back from whence you came
become
nothing

a picture speaks a thousand languages,
despite its transfixation.
a video only one,
albeit its fluidity.

At the center of it all
You are the core that imbues beauty

I submerge myself in the sea.
Whens't destiny can't find me.
Freezing silence surrounds my being
I enveloped the abyss; darkness.
Where I feel strangely at peace.
                                                          ­                                   Detached  
from the world.

My eyelids                                                          ­       loosening its grip,
it stings as the darkness seeps in the windows             to my soul

My lungs                                                            ­       tightening its hold
                                                           ­                                    to my heart
  as it beats with indefatigable yearn to live.                                       

My brain                                                            ­                  distorted      
from the lack of oxygen fighting against my                    instincts  
to breathe    


        i        start                                        ­                            hallucinating
                  in       the                         distance                                
      i         glimpse       a     phantom      of   her                                          


I    open    my  eyes    desiderate     for                                light
the                                                             ­                              darkness    
gushes         in       ;  I    fight                                       
            ­                        
To capture one last sight
I need more light
One last breath

to                                                       ­                                     Reunite ,
My 
Eurydice

One night

Let me
Rip you away from your existence
Away from your reality
And into mine

To chase back lost time

A pocket dimension
cordons me away
From the world.

I fall asleep in Anne's room.
But when I wake I open my eyes
and see

from the inside
the leaves from the vines falling
so slow, surreal.

I see the outside world, but who sees me?
Only those who've come to seize
come to see.

But I am unaffected,
Protected by the warmth glow
of my humble abode

A place of serenity
that I call
home.

Moments of solitude make you realise the emptiness of existence. That which eats up your hopes and dreams. The light seems darker each time I gaze upon it. It seems no longer a guiding light that strives me to reach from the depths of my existence. But rather a torturous dream with no seek.

Who enforce your will upon me
Marinating thoughts that deceive you in your sleep.

Silent awake. Keeping it in. Ball of angst.

Explosion

You leave me broken in the light
While you muddle in the dark

My broken light overwhelmed by your shadow of doubt

Stringing my ukulele by the seas,
music is my solemn company.
Calming waves, dark and gloomy
beneath the lights, shining ever brightly.
I want to be above it.

I realize after sitting for a bit that
this is not an escape, but
a mistake.
Stories of broken sailor dreams
of freedom and peace,
Lies only in fantasy

Our concrete reality, moulded by
waves of uncertainty.
Should we anchor our lives upon it
The lights speak to me.

Like a hanging fruit upon a mistletoe
Impeding new year's resolution

My power is lost
through my will
is yours - to command;

I am placed in your box of stasis,
wherein lies
things that become forgone

U
render me unable to move on

Love is an obsession
and all obsessions are unhealthy

To get rid of You
I must fill my mind with another


and the cycle continues again


unless.....



I am a thrill seeker
norepinephrine chaser

Your love pales in comparison

In the face of Death