The beast that is the internet, stole my heart, leaving me alone on the beach under some distant moon.  Kindly, I gathered flowers for a loved one now forgotten, feigning all hope, desperate for a life of my own.

Sadly, I wait beneath the tall trees, under the starlight, underneath crystal sparkling skies of random, far beneath the trees of other branches in far off galaxies, aliens, pathways, lives and deaths away.

Galloping beyond the sun I set my sites on the horizon, only to find the horizon was a vague distant memory, in some intoxicated conscious ****** that was and is my present recollection blunder.  Interestingly, I cope with the pain in my chest by placing my hand upon it, wishing that the gods I have abandoned would once again save me from disaster.

I don’t bother yelling because it’s no use, what will it attract except coyetes and wolves, except dreams and psychosis of which will only cure me of my present insanity.  Starlight twists on my back in a way that is effervescent, ******* the hidden identity from beyond my soul.

Arguably, disaster awaits, but so too fate, and into the darkness I ride, leaving behind wanton and dust.