And then the world started to erupt in flowery branches of me, the earthy wounds salted through, the rustic petals denied their hue, the microscopic cells freed from labor,

Placed gently, his hands are upon me Suttle throb , heart skipping beats Memories of our past are tempting me Realistically I should leave Don't want to accept your appease Please , .. please.

A sheer veil of fantasy by virtue of green eyes. Anticipated by moonstruck daydreams. Enlightening, yet compromised Realm of normalcy, Already beyond escaped.

the yin and yang of love

I've always admired the moon.

Life as a record. Replayed through time. A full-spectrum divination of high and low frequencies. Of light and sound. Void and abundance.

The bastard son, Happiness, Born of Myth and Dream Hides behind a fragile mask. Enough to make one scream. Faux faces aplenty. Comedic not the least.

It tasted like a mixture of powdered milk and fertilizer, and the abundance of the pulp was not anything near your average serving of fiber.