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and in the days of spring summer is felt now in all its glorious warmth despite the fact that you are not here because I have found something that I can hold something so strong that it is palpable it raises me from the ashes that fell like snow on the purest fall day where new beginnings are visible in every colour of every leaf waiting to be reborn after months of laying on the earth covered in a blanket of timeless rememberances that need to consciousness to ensure their permanence They will remain gracefully graceless in the arms of time and space (That thing that needs no name just the occasional and most fleeting thought of it in somebody's mind for its subsistence) I am not their plastic miracles (deceivingly durable) I am not Them or the dazed and confused shards of their maddening hope clinging to dirty feet with sickening desperation I am uncertainty hammered bloodily into sunlight something purposeful dancing in the most perfect twilight that has ever been known to any living thing I am understanding and acceptance forged by the gods from vines and empty space velvet and metal leather and spiderwebs mountains and oceans contradictions and chaos: that place where all understanding spawns and grows like an oak tree beneath the terrified and quiet stars that have surrendered with a sombre finality to me.
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peaceful
happy
horny