Farsight

Forsake Living purposeless future. when contemplating, one cares
avert the consumption, Tearing living things for less.
relevance; important without emotion for that needless Fare.
Step blindly away from ecstacy. do good tell:
inside is towards death, and bury quest now.
god- like preservation will lead change Beyond a
hated bringing of burden to Nothing that will.
theory: about the insight only questioned here of.

Euphoric

It is such an indescribable sensation, to feel so immensly unburdened, with the knowledge that one could completely let go, of work; of people; of stress; of life, and know there will be someone to hold on to you. As if you could just float away from the earth and they would be there, next to you. I do not need money, or power, because such things are so inconsequencial. Suddenly there is no meaning. There is no reason or goal. There is no such thing as class; no sickening pride, or stinging envy. There is only the unquenching flame of love.

Sweet Dreams

Buried in the infinite solace of your mind. Tomorrow the sun will rise. Eyes closed to possibilities. However diminutive; abstract; paranoid, light can shine through the smallest crack, this is what I know.

I exist, this is what I know.

Flip a coin once and it lands on heads. Flip it again and it lands on heads. Flip it a hundred times and every time it lands on heads. Flip it once more. Don't even look at it, you already know what it's landed on, right?

One day I will die, this is what I know.

Cursed by the sun, the man who walks on an empty path can watch his every step. With the earth casting a veil of darkness, he is free to watch. Observe that which does not show itself and admire it's complexity. Patience to witness the birth of a new day, remarkable.

There is a God, this is what some people know.

The earth is flat, this is what we knew.

Putting all faith into these things they know. Wasting their lives because they already know everything. What's left to contemplate? Don't wait to find the answer, it's always been safe before.

Tomorrow the sun will rise, this is what we know.

A Newly Aquired Love

So what if love can entitle more than one in a lifetime. And so very mutually, a new breath to bring life into one again. Unlike so many other things, love does not grow tiresom, nor distasteful, and a new love brings an even more vibrant meaning. My senses have not been numbed. My views have not been tainted. I simply feel more in knowing what I've had, and what I have now. If I have not gained then why am I not disappointed, or reluctant for someone else? No, I have much more now than I had lost then.

So Called Choice

So, love is the golden standard by which a successful relationship must compare, and without it there is no hope.

I am powerless.

Stating the obvious

Self-controlled aberations of thought concluding to nothing more than an immature reflection of one's own horror. Life.

Fallen

So the mistakes I've made are unforgivable. Deprived of form I watch the rain, and savore every drop from heaven, slowly driving me insane. Slowly, light pierces the sky. I hide, making tears of mine. After heaven there's no living, left for me is only time. So when did love become my enemy; and hate, my excuse to run away.