You may be satisfied with your 4×4 perfect square world, I respect that but I’m much bigger than that. And I don’t belong in a square. I belong in infinite shapeless worlds.
“I am dying” she said
“Why, what is your sickness?” he asked
“It’s not my body that’s dying, it’s my soul. I used to be a person
full of passions; when I did something I gave it all my heart and love.
Now that love has gone, and all that’s left is numbness and emptiness.
I do things with carelessness. My passion is fading away. Mmm let
me correct that, it Faded away.”
“What about the people you love?”
“Well I still love them but not with the immense passion I used to feel.”
I lay down utterly miserable
My pieces scattering over the bed sheets
She strokes my hair & lays next to me
I can feel her breathe over my shoulders
And it all comes back to me
It’s just another series of miserable
Thoughts and my pieces are back together
And I feel blessed by Her presence
Her love beyond reason brings Me back
She was fire, wind, and water combined.
She was the strongest element in my life;
I used to call her my backbone.
I say “was” because she left unwillingly.
She joins me in my dreams but then again
I can never tell her the things I wish to say.
My tongue gets caught up with excitement
but the best part of these dreams is we
always sit in silence and look at each other with