so immense you are beyond my grasp beyond my reach yearning i long for more than you yearning i long only for you. for what you once offered for what you once shared a gift, you never were just as we see life to be a gift. this is just not true. one moment catches the world off guard and i cry to see the sunlight flicker to ease the pain this broken heart my mind is scattered left behind constantly the thought. she once showed a different angle i see her ugly i see her struggling with too many faces stress is not an escape its a way of life. i have nothing no more pretending to be lurred, to lure. no more not until the world catches me off guard
Impaled. Nonetheless, the dead rise again. Back to the strife with keen eyes, and a knewly sharpened knife. Open the Window and step back through into the Self - Less time spent waiting for Ishtar's blessing, in the desert, more time spent in Bachanal celebration, until no difference is made.
A joyful release, from caught form to boundless potential; these flickering gifts, given anew, are timeless points on a spheres surface.
