Why does lightning feel more beautiful when looking away? The night, more appealing until the last breath of day? Are our feelings only real because we remember? Is it love or defeat each time we surrender? Advertisements
Not the jagged cliffs Nor the crashing waves Or even the depth of the blue. Not the living Neither the death Can stop me from jumping, Only you.
Lest you fall victim to your fears
wake up to find your love has disappeared
lean on a shoulder that isn’t really there,
The absence of what was not
Is greater than the destruction of what was.
Memories of dreams of fantasies
Corrupted by reality’s untruths
Now drift down into the abyss.
I once fell in love with a human bean
Who got planted and grew in my soul.
My veins are now the roots and branches
Of a tree in no rush to grow old.