Broken infactuation

The gentle breeze in my head
Of the fluorescent shade of your soft face
your arrival was unannounced
your prescence is still sublime

Sudden textures are too much for my vulgar soul
Yet normality drives me crazy
To think is to contemplate
Love is an uncomprehensible farce of empty conincidence

Extreme and normal hold the same
Insignificance breeds nothingness
I reside in the dark layers of mist
Wondering why i happened to exist