burns bright in the west. Like a fire at its last breath, reaching further before it dies...
color reaching emotions too high for human souls, more neurotic than
alien species. An emotion that killed off civilizations.
spark that fills the immediate atmosphere, with sprites that kindle
north and south..a whole fucking world of dim light..where all looks a
standard of beautiful in the collective. Both straight and bent souls
makes Love to the entity's above, kissing pain. Falling deeper into the salty turbulence, abreast the beautiful and sad grit and mire.
the desire to see her eyes once more. The floor in the mansion of a
broken heart in Kerouac's cynical speech of life and honor.
its so cold...its so alone...
the whole in me to fall again, over and over, til the rest is dust.
Waiting for the rain to wash away the truth of me. To reveal to me the
That I am...nothing.
its everything. Its everything. Forever and always~