Dying the Hero’s death - fucking unlikely

He meditated over Gratitude hoping for Life Success but is sweating Bile and Hatred instead.

one aside badminton - futile at best

Takeaway meals Sustenance of life Embellished

pay attention - I’m allergic to life

I rather be drunk than not

I am sky and ocean, waves and sand on days of towels and melting ice cream. I am beacon of hope, your guiding light when all seems lost, darkness rules with no end in sight. I am blankets wrapped on cold winters night with stars above and holding of hands. I am radiating suns, the first light and the waning moon, the warmth that melts and cracks in ice. I am beginning, I am end and I am everything you cannot comprehend. I am reflections in mirrors, flickering in eyes, the kiss on the c

The painting never finished, The poem without ending, The words almost spoken, Chains of perfection - Suffocation of souls

No I’m too tired to live fast No I’m too old to die young No I won’t be a beautiful corpse But Make me a dream With Stars and a unicorn And Wrap me up warm In your Loving embrace And Tomorrow may still Come

What be divided amount those with nought to divide What bones be broken by those with no spine What whispers in the wind among those with no voice What path lies ahead for those with no choice

You asked and I gave little things always - tea pot You asked and I gave eight shivers at night - delight You asked and I gave seeds for growing - once You ask and I give nothing - anymore

there is no home no attachment to the present no binding to the current place of residence no single point of existence there is no home just a yearning to find one - soon

I would say yay if your lips met mine and intertwining tongues talked and left no bitter aftertaste if you’d say you felt the energy, the vibration like never before when the hands of light hovered over your naked back in the moonlight

Behind the mask the persona an anthill and an itching soul

After meeting you I gave up a lifetime of shielded safety. I volunteered undressed armour first a child revealed thinking you keep me safe always. No. The armour no longer fits me so I stand naked and alone regretting decisions vaguely remembered.

Chasing dreams like dancing leaves in autumn breeze always in pursuit never catching falling short left empty handed with bleeding feet

They stood as Is side by side with waves approaching shore in silence fear ruling momentarily gasping for air Battering waves rising towers God have mercy crushing power bringing down wraths of daemons and gods forgotten leaving none standing - all fallen

Time changes perception as perception distorts time I hope with time my perception of you be distorted to allow for another to hold my heart

Build me a closet with white padded walls and a radiator to keep me warm. Bring me a candle, ink and a pen, papyrus in excess please my friend. Sing me a song of friendship and laughter, blue sky above meadows, dancing and flowers. Wave me goodbye as the door is closing, the key turned twice clockwise in silence.

I need someone to remind me of the things I have forgotten the lost and the treasured the forests and the meadows the streams and falling water I need someone to remind me that all is still there waiting to be found