I walk through the deep of this dense liquid. I want to run. This is the part where I make my way out the back door, slip away into the night or day--no difference--away from you. But you say I always do that--I always "cut you off" as though you are a limb of mine or I a limb of yours.
But we are.
So, I stand in humility, my sorrow, condense a mistake--these hot coals under my feet. I don't move. I'm learning. *tenacious teeth gritted, snarling*
Waiting on this reminds me of the recruits outside the old decrepit Fight Club lodgement. They must wait three days with no food, no motivation, showered with derisive verbal warfare. They must wait. And once entering, it's only a maze, a madhouse, a dysfunction. Only this is not three days.
Love conquers all, so it goes.
Love is not love if it has an expiration date. Remember that. Your dark corners are waiting to reveal a vacuum that devours the part of me you swear was never there.
You were a cloud in a former life.
I've seen you evolve in Darwin ambition before my eyes, into everything then nothing, but always changed. I don't fear...
..our atom bomb--not the way you do.
Level ten is around the corner, if you don't mind. Sling shot your dreams. Past Nyktelios and Ryujin.
Love is not love if it has an expiration date. Remember that.
This is the part where I run away. This is the part where you say to me, "It's about that time again," and then turn your face to the clock, waiting for the inevitable, as though you know me. Your dark corners reveal to you a vacuum from which you always knew I'd purge myself to make room for you. I'm learning. *child-like wisps of wrist, a bashful smile, followed by the parenthetical side note* ("See, my dear, the good thing about me is I never make the same mistake twice. And I have a method to this madness. It's all part of a divine dream--and this dream is pure white as...as naivety, innocence, and birth.") *candid blush.*
supersocietal superintrinsic
suppressed volatile compressed pockets of primal energy
provocative struggle for domination brings you to your knees
sublime chaos destruction ELIMINATION
renewal rebirth regeneration
Watch the clouds outside your windows. I was rain in a former life.

My favorite line is the last line. I would like to be rain in this life too, so that I could just fall carefree onto the ground and not worry about being dirty or assimilating into the other drops. If I was rain, I would just "be."
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