I was walking down a hallway, when a head rush overtook me. blindly ambling forward, the walls, floor, and ceiling lurched in on me.

I was struck by the absurd notion that human beings must be enclosed within these confined spaces. it parallels the idea of the lines, spaces, and boxes that society draws upon and around us that we must remain in.

man is not free.

yet this contradicts the statement made by Jean Paul Sartre, explaining that “man is condemned to be free.” how can this be? we attempt to free our minds, and yet we remain in the enclosures we physically and mentally draw around ourselves.

the walls seemed like they were closing in, and it reminded me terribly of a time that I knew I was losing my mind.

the concept of space and the universe was slipping away from me; before becoming vastly distorted, lacking all meaning. it was like slipping away into the infinite black abyss once more.

all of these thoughts and feelings rushed over me at once: some verbal, most instinctual. unspoken. primitive, as if this knowledge lived within us, residing in our bones since the dawn of mankind.

the entire experience lasted approximately four seconds. it made me nostalgic yet nauseous to remember that I once to lived my entire life in this state.

Oh how perfect he is. From his kind, chivalrous, Breath taking soul that is filled with laughter, joy, God, and mercy. To the sweet tender touch of his soft lips. Lips like cotton, so soft and pure that they’re only fit for a queen. Tasting sweet as honey, leaving a soft dew behind.

Oh and those eyes. Breathtaking as the highest mountain top view. Deep as the deepest sea. And blue as the bluest sky. Sparkling. Glistening in the light as if calling out for me to get lost once again. Eyes that pierce the soul, and it never escapes. See the depth, and welcome me. Yearning for me to be lost in them, showing the true soul of the owner.

His warm embrace. So gentle. Loving. Passionate. Sensual. Arms flowing over me as the sun rays on a warm summer day. His fingers licking over my skin like a flame. Soft. Gentle touch like silk, brushing my hair off my soft skin. Love and passion felt with every soft touch.

Beautiful pastel skin, glistening with a sweet aroma. Hitting my nose like the most expensive perfume. His essence taking over me like a sweet wine. Gripping my every cell, down to my very core. Carrying me away to a place I’ve never been before.

The face of a child, innocent and kind. Perfect in every way. From the top of each strand of hair, out to the ever loving and contagious aura that follows him.

He is perfect perfection. But he knows not. Perfect perfection, he believes not. He is the one and only. My soulmate. My life. My love. My perfect perfection.

You're seated somewhere in
The realm of the unnamed
I've tried in jest to plunder you
With phrase; though you're unframed.


You are not a man I'll claim
With meter, phrase and line
The metaphors I'd set aside
You've not allowed to bind


In other ways I'll keep you
When the pen and page will not
My finger tips will bid you stay
When body's all I've brought.

As I scraped the Susquehanna
Curved the road away,
The sky sagged down upon the view
The garb of mist and grey.

On through the glass, where rivulets
Sought earth instead of metal
The city-line escaped my eyes
My foot pressed past the pedal.

Another place, another time
Another rainy day
The dewdrops misting earthward
Jeweled the leaves along the way.

My body sweeps the filthy streets
My eyes stretch up on high
They seek the metal corpses with an
Unabsorbing eye.

While miles away, I'm wandering
A faded forest path
And pacing past the places
Where our bodies pressed the grass.