I love you I will love you when you’re good or when you’re bad and When you are happy or sad I will love you Even when you’re mad or even When I am I will love you when you’re failing or frustrated And if you’re falling apart I will Keep every piece of you from hitting the ground I will love you in our good times I will love you more In our bad ones And I will still love you Tomorrow or the next day or even the days after that Because I love you now And I always and will always do I never ever want to stop doing so, because I love you
I exhale. As I fade from this life, I’ll float into the next and to eternity. I am so deeply enveloped in this world that I dissolve into all the others. My body will decompose, and I will exist again as a new collection of atoms. I suppose through delusional, philosophical excuse I am connected to this world. And I suppose that stardust constellates and buries themselves in my bones. So I must grow in dimensions greater than height, width, and length. But the veins of this new world are thin wires of cables and in complex codes and formulas are sent to and received by another motherless machine. Although, I’d rather break these wires and create a spark that can be felt rather than seen. Let me ignite a craving under the continents and satisfy a spark that cannot be replicated by plastic or manipulated into energy. Let me feel the pressure of the world and the thick atmosphere that caves my posture. Let me once more feel by the fibers of kings and commoners that lace through my veins. The world is deteriorating and has been left so deprived of life’s ecstasy that it is now hollow and I can only hear my own echoes.