It's clear that I have lost friends
That's what fire in your soul and the resulting fearlessness brings
I don't have a lot of intelligent open minded people rifling through my works or giving them the attending  or attention they deserve. They might overlook the irony sarcasm, wit or inherent fairness that is so carefully crafted into endless themes. Sometimes a social leveler, others a defensive maneuver of a wounded animal or all out aggressive neutralizing campaign. Regardless, I never wrote for any of them, I wrote for me.
They were just lucky I let them see.

- The SS

Far away eyes cast their gaze upon ever rearranging light pins
Fragile connections vibrate amongst a rare and delicate frequency
The atmosphere lightens and sprawls across a mindscape
and darkens just as quickly when the mood beckons
Hanging in the in the air of possibilities I miss your company
Your wise to my closed eyes
My warm heart to your raging calm
My serendipitous words across your concise beauty
I kiss you hello on the wind aiming for your right cheek
The side you let me ride shotgun
But as always
I visit the spaces you leave behind
Not sure if you even care about glancing at the pinholes of patterns I leave behind
I cry a crystallized tear
and put it in a box labeled dearest b.
Hugss always.

What I wish you would say
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Salt of the earth
my house on a rock
Plain t-shirt easy jeans.
Intense eyes, a complicated mind
and a simple heart.
Everyday arms hold me in decorated silence
reverberating unspoken themes
warm fingertips tend my weary bones.
Frowns wiped away with thumb tips and smiles
but what I wish most for,
is for you to say
what every ounce of easy love
stands for in each and every way.

To speak the unspoken power that lifts me up in every way
with nothing but the simplest of things you do but wont say.

Tell me:
the stars don't circle the earth;
they circle you,
Wrap them selves around you
just to stay close
Twinkle in the sky just to capture themselves reflected in your eyes.
That the heavens crowd the sky for a glimpse of your smile
and
form endless glittering patterns
for your favour,
that the bravest stars
fall simply to rest as dust at your feet
and that I,
of all the the souls that travel endlessly through time
was chosen,
a simple form,
to be as a burnt offering
loved by you
therefore burn brighter that the brightest sun
The cause of the supernova in my heart
I keep cloaked in a veil of everyday nothings
so that no one else can ever discover
the purest highest nirvana
when your soul mingles with mine.

The way I wish i could tell you all the time x