My heart aches for your attention. My eyes are blind without you near. My soul is in prison without your energy close to mine. Deep in my psyche I have no neurological reception without your metaphysics; these neurons have no synapse.

This distance can be overcome. Time can go on and we can be one. Our union is possible. These oceans 🌊 and continental shifts have created massive chaos for our lives. Yes, little moments we can reclaim and cherish.

My mind is in a clutter and utter confusion without you in my perimeter. My ethos is in flux because I haven’t recognize your touch in so long now. Keep your heart beating for me for all to see. Let my essence linger in your body as we wait for our time together.

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Our first date was like a blind date except we set each other up. You were beautiful, patient allowing me to be distant. We exchanged pleasant asides playful and tangential. Practicing iceberg theory we were testing the waters. So we drink in the day, gettin lost in away to our hidden sociopathic thoughts.(OUR THOUGHTS)If I stop being me for you, how long can my identity last?I am willing to give you me.But what am I supposed to think when I am not enough?All I have to offer is not enough for you.You need more.This will change me!

For the last year your eyes meant everything to me….

I belive these kind of feelings make me weak and vulnerable.

But sometimes we cannot hide from them.

You and Me,

We may never be lock and key…

This travel has forced me to expand my thought process.

No longer simplifying and practical when it come to these journeys.

Time is the most valuable experience I have in my arsenal.

Forced to feel when I spent so much time extinguishing my emotions.

Missing every bit of my seriousness as I walk this long an solitary path.

Not a soul has been able to find me nor has any religion along the way.

Finding my personality has the ability to flex as do my iLL morals when it comes to strategic interests.

Basic concepts of knowledge and reason have abandoned this vessel.

Such a bastard!

B A S T A R D

Figuring out my own position in these complex issues.

Being able to do what is needed when it matters is possible but likely non effective.

Efficacy is imperative but fleeting.

Serial trials on so many levels to care.

But it’s not in my soul.

This is an empty gesture on every level.

Singular thinking is all encompassing.

Focal points are not even realistic.

ILLustrious in these moments that matter.

Faulty reality in all these casual conversations.

will he ever see SARAH Smile….

he makes a fool of himself when it comes to her.

in affairs of the heart his judgment is biased.

@ times he does not think clearly.

her eyes are so mesmerizing that it takes his breath.

his words instigate smiles though he never has confirmation.

small talk and a little walk mean the world to him.

ever moment of her time is precious.

he values her time and company.

an iLL prescription

such a sorry bastard.

treating people like utensils.

never showing any remorse for actions.

throwing words around like feces.

putting the self before the community.

utility is the only purpose for the masses.

friction is the catalyst for all progress.

peace and leisure are formidable fœs.

take two pills and call me in the morning…