That Crinkly, Dried Up Bouquet Fell In My Sleep,

that crinkly, dried up bouquet fell in my sleep,

and i didn’t even wake up.

i’ve been sleepwalking long enough, just tell me.

or do i come to you in omens, too?

I wanted to be like you. Literarily enlightened. Therefore I started reading more,  maybe my vocabulary would be heightened. I wanted to tell you all that I had learned. Then we could talk for all that time would allow. I wanted to write you a note in a book, so sure that we would share our lives now. Now I cant pick up a book without thinking of you. Happy?

i love u oomf

I LOVE U OOOOMF

i never want to forget the color of your eyes.

i’ve forgotten others; not cared to remember.

but yours scream to me:

“remember me.”

“know me.”

“love me.”

and all i can manage to do is obey. all i can do is miss your eyes. all i can do is miss you.

i will never forget the color of your eyes.

mortal unfairness

"I love you." No, that's not it. "Existence is tiresome without you." Not that either. Think, you silly girl, think. "To exist without you is to forget how to breathe. To forget myself, my soul, my everything. You are a part of me, you are a wound that never closes, you are my scars and my smiles..." Not quite. I need something more, something... Right. "My heart yearns for the impossible. You have started a war I cannot win. And that, mortal enemy of mine, cannot ever be deemed fair." The truth will do nicely. The last of the ink blotted, she watched her words fade, the ink cement itself into the fibres of the parchment as she caressed its edges. Then, she pressed the letter to her lips, and cast it to the fire. The ashes would swallow her words, the fire would consume the guilt that gnawed at her stomach - she hoped.

alternatively.

Looking at the digital clock, red numbers aglow, the light doesn’t outstretch to where the room is graced with a moonlit hum. There, between these two echoing waves of luminescence, a shadow rests. A deep, deep, shadow, that you look into like you look to the bottom of the ocean. Unseen endlessness. These shadows exist in other ways, between other glints and gleams, these shadows pool up, with no discernable depth. There in those shadows, in this void, I indulge in the belief of other existence. Within these voids rests parallels, souls, worlds unknown. Since we cannot see what these shadows conceal, there is no way to say what does or does not lie beyond them. Maybe that is not a fair way to argue it, but what in this world is fair? In this world, lest I can imagine, lest I can enjoy. But in that one - there I can go as I please. There, those multiverses, those lost longings, those creatures I wish to meet. I imagine a warm, overdue greeting when I arrive in those worlds. Maybe in one of them, you still love me. Maybe in another, beloved pets live forever. Another, entities roar and garner a respect lost in this one. And another, there’s two moons in the sky, and each star talks. Universes await, and in each one I am welcomed. Floating in a fleeting world, only to disappear when the sun rises again, or when you turn on a light.