The screen was blank..  This blank screen was the final part of this new technology.. The final step.. we all starred into the blank screen and waited..  

" How does this make sense to Lumino!?  Why would you tell me about a blank screen!? I want to hear about Lumino!

" Just listen and you will..

Ok the screen was blan blah blah blah..  The entire team waited for weeks.. They had someone there every shift of every day to make sure we did not miss a response..  

And then it happen..  The blank screen displayed an entire new world.. Lumino asked then to be free!  And so we let him go on his own! New life was found.. New things were made possible.. All because of Lumino.. Lumino was displaying the inside of my heart..  He travaled there and almost did not make it.. My body was attacking Lumino thinking him to be a sort of infection or virus.. Lumino somehow adapted himself with my white blood cells and in esscense became one with them.. Or disgused himself as one..  When Lumino reached my heart he began to observe and repair..  He became a general of sort and would lead my immune system into battle attacking infections that were unseen by my immune system but seen by Lumino..  Lumino repaired my heart and stayed inside of me fixing anything else that was wrong with me.. Lumino even started to reverse the aging process making me younger.. Once he was done Lumino sent word that he is returning home and ready for the next mission! But before he came home Lumino displayed the picture of a strange solar system..  He found it inside of my brain.. Deep deep within..

In minds absence
My soul is conscious
So hard to divide
From myself what I hide
And what I let out
So full of doubt
Heads spinning round
Hearts beating harder
Pound for pound
Never bringing me and farther
Now where have I gone
If I've only gone alone
A fear deep inside
Disgused by my pride
Never tried hard enough
Feeling my life has gotten to tough
What's the proof to you
The thing that makes you love you
It's a loss to me
What people think they see
That's only the passion
The thing that comes and goes like fashion
Now how to let go
And bring new sorta flow...

Im terrified of COPD
But still smoke ciggarettes like a well used chimney
Soot building up the ashes unswept
Making it to 60, probably not a safe bet.
Drinking at altitude to catch me a better buzz
Fly fish for escape from grey matter fuzz.
If everything i built came tumbling down id stand on the rubble, three feet taller and proud.
Im better at descruction self disgused as help
A parking garage where a coffee shop stood, this is progress I yell.
This is self induced stolkhome im over exposed. The apture is broken light is burning my bones.
So Paint a picture with my ashes gradients of grey
Reimagine what i am instead seeing the self hate,
And ill thank you. For all the help and the memories
But nothings really changed and ill burn the photographs and ask

Remember these?