Memories
Such wonderful ones
I can never forget them
Colors of the spectrum
Started to burst
in the sky
As you came into my life
It all seemed real
Sweet and true

But time has come
To blow it away
Back to the land
Of broken dreams
And hopes
For it remains
A memory

yesterday
myself and they
strolled up the path to Neverland

and in a shallow grave
myself and some of they
found rest and space to pray

myself and some of they
on stones and grass and hay
and glory’s way

Today I am drowning
In a sea of thoughts
An ocean of 'If only's
That last night have brought

I wish you were here
Lying right by my side
But I know that's impossible
For with my sleep you die

Your beauty is unmatched
Your voice, music I hear
Your perfection is fitting
As it's wholly unreal

That's why at night
I always want to scream
Because I'll see you
But in the end...

You're just a dream.

When this timeline is hit,
And the timeclock ticks,
You'll hear those engines clink,
And I'll re-arrange all of this.

Better charge the portal gun,
Get buckled up on the Space Cruiser.
"Wubba Lubba Dub Dub!!"
Let's get out of this universe, Rick.

Purple skies, sunset beyond the bulb.
At the tea shop, breeze by the bay.
So what are you waiting for, love?
Can't you see that I am here to stay?

Rattle on
And do so backwards
In the insular hole
Strangle lo’
To and fro, in herds
Build for me a pole

Wail along
And do so sweetly
In my crooked glyphs
Sail strong
To lands discreetly
A flintlock at your hip

Walk across
And do so sideways
In a tiled oasis
Count the cost,
To hands that play
Deal out epistasis

Swim away
And do so upwards
In a veiled monsoon
Drown the day
In Carinae
Seek its vagrant moon

It was a crystal clear night in the winter months.
Though for some reason, the lake wasn't frozen over.
I could see the moon's reflection, and was standing at the shore
when two pairs of footsteps approached me.
A pier manifested over the lake,
leading to a white house on the other side.
"Hey," he said.
I was so shocked that I became a statue.
"It's okay. I'm not angry at you anymore."
He looked at me with a genuine smile. I missed being his friend,
even in light of what happened between us.
I was silent. I didn't say a word.
I don't think I needed to.
He accepted my silent apology.
"Grab my hand and don't let go."
I took his hand, paler than the moonlight,
but warmer than fire.
We walked across the pier, just me, him, and Hunter;
Hand in hand, almost skipping.
The stars were endless, and the temperature was surprisingly warm for the middle of the night in the winter.
We got inside the house and the three of us sat down on the couch.
He gave me a Gameboy and we started to play Pokémon.
Just the three of us.
Like nothing had ever happened.
And I think I miss him more than the anger that I held for him.
More than words can say.

the destination?
technicolor paradise:
Imagination