He is 5428 years old
She is a 12 year old boy
He is a Novelist & Poet
She is a Cartoonist & Artist
He is a time traveling madman
She is just mad
He live in the past, the present, and the future
She lives in the now
He understands so much
She honestly doesn't care
He has watched civilizations rise and fall
She barely watches the news
He tries to fine meaning in the universe
She tells the universe to *******
He observes time and space learning
She thinks he's way too deep
He has never seen anyone quite like her
She is on her phone
He wants to be a good father
She wants to be a good mother
He finds her a mystery, different, unique
She is...

I've never
been so open
not with
Anyone
but somehow
you
have made
open up
this armor
maybe it was
your smile
your eyes
maybe both
maybe neither
I find you
a
mystery
an
enigma
not only
am I
intrigued
and
something
tells me
its not
just me
that when
you look
at me
what do you see?
In my eyes?
In my smile?
Is it the same?

Why.
Why am I haunted by you.
Not the love that shattered me.
No. That would be too simple.
                          Far too simple.
You come from after all of that.
    After the war. After the death.
           When I cry out alone.
Trying to move past the foolishness.
Past the wrongs.
Past...     everything.
You weren't a mistake. You could have been...
                                                Everything.
                                                               We.
                         Could have been everything.
                                                             More.
                             And even past the risks.
         The 'Maybe's.
              The 'I don't know's.
                    The 'What if's.
You were worth it. Even for a day.
                                      For an hour.
Because when we looked at each other.
When we worked together.
   When I made you smile.
          It would be worth it.
But we didn't.
Why risk it when, it was destined to fail.
                                                  Right?
Since no matter what happened to that point would make it worth while.
              Not ONE Month?
                                    Day?
                                  Hour?
Just leaning over you working.
                             Being close.
That was worth it.
The mistake wasn't that I did and failed.
The mistake was that I failed to try.
And you haunt me.
              And you...
                    Don't even know.

Back to chair
the drawing board
where
I
belong
designing
creating
plans
outlines
systems
a program
for the world
I create
with my hands
through
careful construction
but elaborate
and glorious
because
when I author
my world
I make it
my own
fit
for a man
like me
an
architect
because
in the end
I am what I became
a long time ago
I
am
an
architect

I dare you not my
distant observers
to try to simply
understand what I
see when I gaze to
the world around me.
For it would drive a
simple man or mind
to insanity
for how the world works
in my eyes it lives
a constant and giant
creature, as if a
Dragon cursing its
fire into all of
life, into their souls
It has plans like we
the mortals it sees
around it, but I
unlike all those that
see the world for what
they think it would be
I see it for what
it truly is, which
is a chain of cause
and effect cycling
infinitely for
all of time over
and over again.
And I can change it.
Turn this gear here and
there, in the gears of
the clock which is the
universe, we all
live in and with me
doing so, allows
me to change the world
but not for my own.

What I ask
by Dominic Mildago

I am tired.
Exhausted.
Destroyed.
But I continue on.

However.
I do have a request.
To those who watch from
Afar.
When I fall.

I have because:
Ran as fast I can run.
But when I can't do that I'll crawl.
And when I can't crawl.
When I cannot do that...
Will you find someone to carry me.

That is what I ask.
Of you my friends.

And those who love me.
Care for me until I am strong.
So I can continue.
For I shall.
Forever.