I remember when I felt the Great Shift before I even knew what it was. Driving home in my glitter dress and your red bow-tie. I played songs that reminded me of you, reaching out. But when I turned to sing the lyrics to you, you were a million miles away, in another universe, orbiting a different sun. I tried to patch it up, putting my arm through yours like a needle and thread through cloth. We ripped apart in every pothole we hit on the road. Still to this day, I wonder, where did you go?
..What was meant was never said and what is satiable isn’t fed upon. Long to be that faun in a misty meadow, lounging at dawn on the grass, gazing upon the peaks of eternity. What are we learning and what’s with the misuse? We tenderly abuse that which we dwell on. Claiming it a love letter, when a Better view reveals(in a peeling manner) that these are just clingings of a scrotal piercing fashion. Latching to these attachments as sacraments of dependability, nullifies valued spectacality. The pureness to the core of reality and the mess is a beautifully delicious birthday cake which never ends