He once was a man who looked at the ground. A man who would never think to travel the world around. Just a week ago he looked up. Now I am the man that travels, a week from then I am in the world. But is this my final state, who's to know where we are in our final place. But until then I will look up, never looking back, for I am the world's and the world is mine.

My skin can hear your colors
From the other end
Of happiness

But the line is folding in a loop
Closing in a circle
And the end is the beginning

Time is tesselating
Unto itself
But we have not the senses

There is no loss
Just continuation
Into the unknown

Relativity delays
The arrival of awareness
Consciousness is slow to form

The cooling of the mold
Takes a great deal more
Hence, the procrastination

Inert and habitual;
Words taking root
In everything

My end and your beginning
Collided into a freshly manifesting
Iteration of existence

The bud becomes
The fruit
A new cycle

I imagine.
When I do,
I can only think of you,
How your smile spreads to your eyes,
Making me want to live in the moment forever.
I imagine
That we walk on paths,
Unknown to us,
Filled with fear and excitement,
Winding with happiness that is constant.
I imagine
That we see the dawn,
Bursting with resplendent hues,
And birds soaring in the sky,
Inviting us to hum along.
I imagine
That we break rules,
Do things our own way,
Travel the world,
To leave our traces.
I imagine
A cold summer night,
In your arms,
Watching the stars,
Sitting at the window.
I imagine
The story of us
Has no end
Or beginning,
But continues like the universe.
I imagine
I could fill your heart,
With all my warmth,
So that we know we could be,
Mysterious to this world.
I imagine
And wonder,
What you would imagine,
With a smile extending to my eyes.

You have opened my blinds
To a brighter world
To a sunset we all can see

It's no selfish deed to ask for love,
if you gave all of what you have.
It's no bad thing to be vulnerable,
for it shows that you are sincere and open. The tears, the scream, the hurt, and the pain, it doesn't stop there, but don't let it stop you; for all of it is just a mistake we must all learn from.
Just like the malignancy of any torturous feeling, IT'LL JUST KEEP ON GETTING WORSE, learn NOT to **** these heartstrings to be as numb as a rock, but learn to live above the struggle and be as susceptible as a bubble; for love has no definite definition and it comes in all forms, shapes, and sizes, and to see it clearly is to be sensitive as you can be.