Reticulated blue hues of thread reach ever so desperately to thin ropes of red,
resisting the event horizon of my soul. Consuming all of your beauty into a point of singularity.
Indescribable to those beyond the lens.
For mere words were never accurate enough to escape.

Encapsulated here
rest memories and dreams,
the strings which connect us to the past, present and future held linear by time.
The strings which captivate me like gravity seduces the fabric taking her away.
Forever deeper, forever closer.

But at singularity there there cannot be this separation of time;
the past, the present and the future.
There is only a concept, a promise, that is

forever.

Forever will time cease to exist when I am with you.
Forever will gravity pull me closer to you.
And forever will I try, desperately, to search for words expressive enough to escape this black hole of which I call a soul.