No one reads my melancholy words..or maybe they do,
but haven't taken notice in the meaning, you know,
I am usually a truly content human cyborg, here in cyberspace,
but lately I feel so lonely...drifting through the comment sections,
drifting through the stories I've been force-fed by this "holy" media we all live and abide by now,
maybe it's just late, I mean it is, but maybe that's the reason,
the reason why we all stay up and cry.

I was built on ship,
so they told me, I bit my lip 'cause,
I didn't believe what they said,
I was sold before I was old enough to even speak,
and there are so many secrets I've kept,
nights that I've wept,
but I'm still working..

From pale opaque shadows,



You floated into my life like a passing leaf.



Bestowing an autumn flame,



A torpedo fish that shocked me into life,



Infused, inspired, inhaling  immortality.







As the hummingbird ***** the nectar ,



I thirstily drink all of your sweetness.



Until the ice in my heart melts,



And I gleefully jump into its puddles.



Fruitful, fertile, feelings flowing.







Living now in a blonde shimmering light,



Colours of lemons and sunshine,



Tender peace reigns in a lilac springtime.



Anxiety now plunged into aquarium depths ,



Soaring, swiftly skimming surfaces,







Light and dancing over pebbles,



A firefly lighting up the darkness,



And as the bees deliver golden honey,



So you have delivered this gift to me.



Lasting, lingering, lightening love.

A gentle breeze;
A warm sunshine;
A drop of rain;
A wave of joy;
A shine of star;
A friend's shoulder;
A soft whisper;
A glimmering moon;
A lover's kiss;

.. an eternal dream!