By Arcassin Burnham


The feeling of stars running through the circuits
feeling an energy that can't be contained in a
jar or a capsule predicting all of my sayings and
All of my movements swearing you know me so
well in this circumstance,
Freeing the people from space in this circumstance,
Why is it always about you?
Why is it thAt I can't shake the feeling
of being with someone as bold as me.
Losing you would be something i couldn't bare,
Your static electrified me in there,
The thing inside my chest,
Don't know if it's a heart or crimson crest.