6:09am, restless. This fluctuation of immobilization is at it again.
In the best and worst times my mind is dwelling in that sanctified cave built and christened by my love.
My love, oh lover, is yours.
I am yours. In my entirety, inevitably.
I could not incorporate words to emotions such as love as clearly as I can now.
It was as if I were standing at the shore anticipating the sunrise having never seen the sun. But I have walked it's very surface. Embraced the essence, warmth and passion of a thousand life times in a single breathtaking glance with my sun. So fair, so inconceivable, Now my Sun rivals the very solar systems' in importance. And I am a helpless planet caught in her orbit. Enticed in eternity. Forever locked in her gaze. forevermore. The day my Sun fails to rise, I shall spend my existence in darkness, a monument to the depths of human misery. Waiting for her voice.
She speaks,
How can we truly say that we are alive?
When everything I see, in me is screaming, otherwise
I'm ready
Not to die, but to progress.
You cannot leave one place without arriving at another.