Misfits of our own culture we don't belonged to society. Never appealing to the normalities or stereotypes of our reality. While the government feeds common people lies to their filtered brains. They are hypnotized by Fox News, Facebook, and Forbes list. Forced to believe what they're fed. Although we never gave into the corruption. Instead we kept our minds open and cultivated our walls with the beliefs of our own.

I don't necessarily have a religion. I don't like religion. I believe it holds you back spiritually. I'm just going to have to explain.

I don't believe in any one "god". I believe that there could possible be a creator. Someone higher who made our galaxy and pressed play.  Maybe in a different reality than ours. An alternate dimension within our own reality. Maybe when we die we never really leave, just pass through slides and given a new perspective on reality. Growing spiritually through the layers of life. I don't really know how we got here or if there is an afterlife. No one knows for sure. I've accepted this. This thought process is just an alternate view on life that I chose to believe to entertain myself. Something I've come up with to please my inner day dreamer. Something you cannot deny because you can't prove me wrong.

I hope we meet in a void somewhere in the distant future. Somewhere our souls have connected and bodies float. An essence of ourself free to roam across the unseen dimensional universe we dream about. Take me to the place where our creators flaunt. Not far from here but you can't get there by foot, nor car, nor plane. It takes two to reach a state of spiritual independence in the universe to represent one another as a species. A species made to strive off of a counter part. Cohesively strengthening each others weaknesses to one day maybe find this place we write about. The place where we understand the word time and to teach us the moral principals we forgot when we became these selfish beings. An hunger to be an immortal  inter-dimensional being and shed the flesh of my morality. Give us life in a distant sea so that we may begin a world selfishly.

Grow with me
Understand my life and listen to the thoughts that I hold dearly. I will be the melody that eases your soul when you feel alone. A voice to calm your anxiety and grieving bones.

Don't be so distant.

Because being next to you
is like dying.
Or flying.
I haven't figured it out yet

We could do great things you and I. Although, I know you have a path and I have mine. Time is the only thing working against us. Why shouldn't we make something beautiful out of the few short weeks we have until January?

You spoke of soulmates once.
Someone you can
learn from
and grow.
Maybe just for a small moment
In life.

If we love and lose then I would be okay. A beautiful heartbreak. Why can't we see it that way? Two smooth pears in a prickly patch bound to rot away but we could be alone together before we have to move away.

I was an innocent teenager so madly in love that nothing else mattered. We used to talk about leaving that small town and making something of our lives. She used to make harmless comments toward my caramel complexion in contrast to her milky white skin. We thought nothing of it but that wasn't up to us. Her parents were ignorant and we were colorblind. I remember the day I stopped feeling

I turned my shoulder when I left to college and ended our suffering. The pain was so much I made a selfish decision to rip out my corazon. I never intended to taint their precious daughter. Evil won for once. She kept my heart because I left it beating on her concrete drive way.

Now I am bound to no one.
a hopeless romantic incapable of love. I think to myself if I will ever love again. Dreaming of someone that sparks my interest. Hoping she would take my soul for keeps interrupt my selfish feelings towards emotion. I dare someone to skin my barrier of rotten love and moldy affection. I will never feel again.

We met in the sewer. An odd place to be on such a dreary night. leaves cracked as we crept into the dim tunnel. The tips of our fingers stained blue and yellow. our souls painted on the cold grey concrete at 1:05 AM. Nothing good ever happens after midnight. Later our lips touched and minds crossed. She gave me her bracelet so that every time I look at I have to think of her. A fire was sparked

An innocent teenager so madly in love that nothing else mattered. We had a bond that no one but distance could break. A fire we thought would never extinguish. A world we thought we could change.

I turned my shoulder and made a choice to be free from connection and emotion. The choice I made was selfish/necessary. I needed to find me. She kept my heart because I left it beating on her concrete drive way.

I am bound to no one.
a hopeless romantic incapable of love. Pressure gauge my understanding of a woman. Try to take my soul for keeps and interrupt my selfish feelings towards emotion. I dare you to skin my barrier of rotten love and moldy affection. I will never feel again.