The Return

Rushing and skipping, its runs past without a backwards glance before disappearing altogether. Thats how my days have been as of late. Still I keep going, my pace never really slowing. Summer’s arrived just on its predicted time for the part of the country I live in.  I really do enjoy mild summer days, you know the kind; a soft breeze tickling your skin as you lay on fresh smelling grass watching the clouds lazily make their way between the gaps of the leaves in the trees. Thats the kind of summer I look forward too. But of course I seldom experience that kind of ideal summer day here. Instead the weather here is unbearably hot, while having high humidity that makes my hair curl, and usually with the smallest hint of a breeze lurking just out of sight or feeling. You might be able to see why I tend to travel away from this kind of place during the summer. Better and brighter fields eh?

I just returned from an amazing visit to the midwest US [Colorado to be exact], which may explain my sudden discussion of the weather. I experienced the kind of weather that suits me perfectly, and I began to miss it as soon as the plane left the ground. Summer is still gradually approaching Colorado, so the unpredictability of spring weather was a welcome change. From soft breezes and sudden rain showers, to mountain winds and unexpected snowstorms, it was perfect. Oh how I love the outdoor-friendly cool and mild weather, and the panoramic mountain scenes!

Escaping the city and venturing out into the country was such a welcome change, and actually getting to don my hiking boots and feel the rocky trails and steep slopes as they climbed towards the sky brought back my awe and respect for the mountains. Not as though it ever left me, but it tends to slide out of focus when I’m so far away from it all. I enjoy hiking and being outdoors above all other physical activities…well, aside from that physical activity, mostly because I feel so at ease in nature and really just love exploring country on foot, even if for only a few thousand feet at a time.

As always though, I wish I had more time to lose myself in it all. But I’m back now, right here. Sorry I’m late. Its becoming a bad habit isn’t it?

Time…

I’d had quite a bit of time lately; time to think, time to act. With my laptop charger dying earlier in the month, I was pretty much cut off from things online for awhile. I kept writing during this time though, jotting thoughts and poems down in my notebook, some of which I may post here soon. I’ve also had a good bit of time to play with my PSP again. Crisis Core :Final Fantasy VII, and Monster Hunter 2, currently have me addicted to it once again. I’ve also managed to finish a few more books, while also accumulating even more to read.

I finished rereading The Elephant Vanishes and Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman, both a collection of short stories my favourite author, Haruki Murakami. I’m currently reading another collection of stories by him called After The Quake, as well as an anthology of true-life psychedelic drug experiences akin to something you might find in the experience vaults on Erowid, called Tripping by Charles Hayes. So far it has proven to be as true to the psychedelic experience as I’ve encountered myself, and it has provided so much variation in experiences. It really is amazing how much the substances can open you up to, and what kind of experiences you can have.

The experience of not having a functional computer was short lived however, as I finally managed to order a replacement and get back in touch with everything just this week. But having that absence of the electronic frontier from my everyday life put quite a lot of things into focus for me. Most of that focus was on my time…

Time goes by. The progression of events seemingly flowing one after another in the unavoidable direction in front of me. Even the smallest amount of time I’m acutely aware of, a second, slips from my grasp as thoughtfully unfulfilled as the minutes, hours, days, and weeks that came before it. Its not that its wasted, it just isn’t being used to its full potential. But just what am I doing? Where am I going? I don’t know… I do know where I want to go, and what I want to do…but is there any feasible way to get myself there? Is there any reality in those dreams I’ve created for myself? I’d like to think so, but ultimately I’m never sure. “Time will tell” as they say, I just need to make sure I’m listening.

Sent On the Wind

I was here, in this bedroom with my window open, in this apartment on the second floor when it happened. I was reading the new book I bought at the bookstore just the day before, Coraline, a dark fairy tale of sorts. Armin Van Buuren’s “A State of Trance” radio show was playing as well, the trance music pumping out of my laptop as it sat on my futon.”Take me away” was the lyric that caught my attention, from the song of the same name by 4 Strings, which I was familiar with. I paused in my reading, page 87 at the bottom of the page where it said: “And then she slept.” I’m not sure what it was, but somehow these things were connecting in my mind. I wasn’t sure then what it was, but what I was sure of, was that it was something familiar.

I shrugged it off, and continued to read and listen to the music. No sooner had I turned the page though, did I find myself caught off guard. My book dropped to the floor, I quickly paused the music, and began to smell the air. And it was you. It was your scent, your smell. No mistake, this scent I once knew so well. All those nights we spent wrapped in each others arms. All those times you’d kiss me and whisper your love to me. All the times we’d spend together over that summer laying on the grass and looking up at the stars. You were there, and with you that glorious scent that’s become a permanent part of my memory. Yes, this deep, passionate smell…it’s you. It’s you.

For a moment I let my senses get the best of me, and I ran through the living room and out onto the balcony. And I looked down to the parking spaces, but they were all empty. It was just me, no one else. I was expecting to see you, heralded by your exquisite scent…but you’re not here. I don’t know what I was thinking…I mean, how could you be?

I sat down on one of the green chairs on the balcony, taking deep breaths and just smelling. Your scent was here, but just barely…I tried to savour it while I could, to keep it fresh in my mind, to engrave it deeper…but then it was gone. A breeze sweeps by, and you precious scent…it fades off into the cloudless sky. Back to you I suppose…I wonder if you sent it to me? Haha… it would be comforting to think that. After almost 3 years of no longer being in this world, I still think about you. And I know you’d think about me too, if you could. But still..

Thank you for the memories…and that lovely smell.

 

An Observation of Mnemosyne

I love to explore my memories, trying to once again regain some sense of the reality associated with those experiences, or those thoughts, or those emotions. Some memories seem more like daydreams, surrounded in a hazy fog of thought. Others though are more tangent, like an experience that occurred no more than an hour ago, regardless of how many years have actually passed since the scenery and interactions became immortalized in my mind. An innumerable amount of memories, and various different ways to uniquely explore them all. I’m sure everyone does this at some point, going back to one of those memories that still hold meaning in their mind, and just examining them. I tend to do this much more than I should though, I believe. Perhaps I’m just frequently introspective, or rather hopelessly sentimental. Maybe my detailed memory has something to do with it…since I do tend to remember just about everything that happens to me, even those things I wish I could forget. Surely everyone has memories they wish they couldn’t remember?

Aside from not wanting to remember things, there is the habit that people have of forgetting things. This doesn’t happen to me very often though, strangely enough. If someone’s talking to me and I’ve forgotten what it was they said to me earlier, that generally implies I wasn’t ever really paying attention, not that I’ve actually forgotten it. But everyone forgets things at some point or another. Answers to questions on a midterm, or where you left your keys after coming in from a busy day. But what about people? About names? About actions? About your relationships and your joint experiences?

I can say with assurance I’ve never forgotten about anyone I’ve been close to. But I’m sure lots of people who “aren’t good with names” do forget peoples names. In fact, I have forgotten someones name. Though I attribute it to not hearing him correctly after we were introduced, I did forget it when I saw him again. I did learn his name properly that time, and I haven’t forgotten it since. I’m sure people also completely forget other people, whether from not seeing them for a long time, or because they just put that memory out of mind and can’t get it back, or for some other reason.Those who are or who have been close to me though; my friends, my family, the experiences I’ve had with them, and all the memories. Those I honestly could never forget, and I’d never want to. I of course will never forget kissing my first love in the airport, or any of the feelings or emotions I experienced in that relationship that I can still recall. Or the wonderful European accents of another who whispered to me deep into the night. Or my dear friend beyond the midnight window, I could never forget you and all of your kindness and love. Or the lover who I had many firsts with, including learning to ride a horse, I could never forget you or how much you loved me. Everyone who’s ever left their mark on me, who has changed my life, they’re all very important to me, and I will never forget them. I wonder though… will someone will forget me?

I’ve thought rather extensively on the possibility of being completely and utterly forgotten. Dust blown away in the wind. Sometimes though I think how nice it would be to just stop existing, to have my presence effectively erased from reality as though I were never here to begin with. Of course this is a dangerous course to wander down, but its purely in a hypothetical sense. I much more frequently am worried about being forgotten. I want those people I know, those people I love, and those I’ve encountered and shared experiences with…I want them to remember me. Some part of me at least. No one can fully remember me as I am completely, because no one person has ever seen all of me. But as long as some small element of my being is remembered… any part of me; my body, my smile, my voice, my kisses, my taste, my smell, my thoughts, my dreams…then it gives me a greater hope for my existence. I’ll no longer purely exist as this singular being I am, I’ll exist within them as well, in some abstract fragment of the whole. You might gather that I might even want you, the one who’s eyes are reading this on a computer screen, to somehow remember me.

Perhaps you will?

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Winter’s Eternal Silence

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Gazing at your now frosted breath
Have you finally grown numb?
Like our slowly wilting flower petals
frozen so closely in such a sinful embrace
cracking upon the faintest touch

Cutting your happiness so swiftly
bringing you back to your senses by cruelty
I see you’ve done nothing to fight this fate
your hearts grown cold, like those icy petals

My dreams too have also iced over
stopped dead in their pursuit of happiness
frozen to those few shattered remnants
of our love that was warm yet fleeting

If I am not allowed to even feel
then force me beneath the snow
with those same frigid hands you’ll use
to stop my final breath from escaping

While you shiver as your fingers clasp tight
look at me as I remember you
I need you to see my final tears
freezing as they run down my cheek

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Let this memory take root within you
An ever blossoming reminder of your last sin
cracking and decaying all that you could have been
as it devours the final remnants of our shattered dream
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Blossoms of Us

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Here in our garden of profusely blooming flowers

In this isolation that we’ve so dearly created
This is where we blossom so delicately…

Entangled so happily in this everlasting embrace

Engulfed so fully in the deepening color of our petals

To be so sweetly devoured by our leaves and blossoms
This is where we’ll wither so decadently…

These glorious petals will eventually dry and crack so effortlessly
Nothing but fine dust to be carried off on the winter winds

And in the end nothing will remain here

nothing, save for our precious memories of a time gone by…

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“Won’t you come with me?”

In the Silence

I’ve been dealing with a few things recently. The first has been about my schedule, my sleeping habits. I stay up later and later, seeing dawn come and go before I gently drift off to sleep. I’ll sleep for a few hours, and wake to do what needs to be done for the day, before settling back in and enjoying the night again. Its been suggested to me that if I didn’t make a conscious effort to sleep, I’d just keep progressively staying up later and later, until eventually I’d be back on a “normal schedule”. It’s even been encouraged a few times, that this might be an easier way than trying to go to sleep earlier and earlier, as a solution to this “problem” of mine. Of course I don’t buy this for a minute. It isn’t that I have a problem, but I don’t have a reason not stay up. This is my normal schedule, as is indicated by this blog. I’m most aware and “awake” during the hours when only light in the sky is the moon and the splash of stars, and I enjoy this time more than any other. I’ve always been this way, and now that I’m free enough to actively practice this joy of mine without sacrificing any of my responsibilities, I’m fully embracing it. Now as the seasons steadily change, and summer approaches, I’m sure I’ll make my natural progression back into being awake more during the day. This is of course only so I can do the things I love to do during the summer. Hiking, swimming, spending time outside, or contemplating the memories of times gone by. It’s something to look forward to anyway.

The second has concerned my attempts at writing posts and organizing my thoughts. I’ve written many posts recently, though I’ve only finished one of those. Some of them were abandoned, some were saved and consequently revisited without success. And the one that was finished…I just couldn’t post it. Mostly for personal reasons…I’m not ready to post it yet. It’ll be posted eventually though, hopefully one day soon. I’ve begun just not to worry about thinking about my posts, instead focusing my attention on my hobbies and other thoughts, though I still come back to the keyboard in an effort to express myself. As my thoughts have become more contemplative recently, I’ve been writing increasingly thoughtful posts, and a few erotic stories, but those are dutifully being revised. I’ve been reading copiously as of late, absorbing myself in novels one after another, and taking my mind off of things. I recently finished a wonderful nonfiction work, Henry and June, from the diaries of Anais Nin, who some may recognize as a prolific erotic author. I’ve also been reading some of H.P. Lovecraft’s stories, and some fantastic science fiction from Arthur C. Clarke, and William Gibson [Pattern Recognition is an AMAZING novel]. Aside from that I think I’m addicted to the Professor Layton and The Curious Village game for the Nintendo DS, as the puzzles have even started to appear in my dreams.

Which brings me to the last thing, my dreams. My dreams have also been much more intense recently, whether from my reading, my thoughts, or my emotional state, and have started to occupy my thoughts during my time spent awake as well. For days I’ve had dreams that are lengthy, detailed, abstract, thematic, and most of all, connected. Its really be strange, and slightly overwhelming when I wake up. I’d love to make sense of them. Perhaps I’ll end up chronicling them. I’ve toyed with the idea, and with transforming them into a written collection of stories. Though I couldn’t honestly say anyone would find them enjoyable or entertaining, as they’re mostly a collection of darkly inclined pieces of unique mental art. Though I’m sure it would be genuinely enjoyable to remember them, and delicately write them down. So I may just start doing that, as well as writing down more of my written works, aside from erotica and poems. I know some of my readers are only here because of those delicious stories I’ve written. So I suppose my writing and thoughts at least appeals to people’s erotic sensibilities. Perhaps thats an indication of something… human nature perhaps?

Life: age perspective

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My life has been rather consumed with a good bit of activity and distractions lately. I’m sure it was noticeable, with the downward spiral of the frequency of my posts. Valentine’s Day came and went, and I never got to post my thoughts on the Love Day so many people in the world seem to enjoy. Of course Valentine’s Day isn’t the highlight of February for me, as my birthday is just a day after it, on the 15th. Its pretty fun to have such a celebration right after the day of love, though it always means there is a bit of franticness involved with it. The actual day seems to never quite live up to its expectation, but its always full of good fun, and the weekend following it is generally a whirlwind of shopping and partying, and enjoying the new age I find myself.

I tend to lose myself in my thoughts around my birthday though. Whether in thoughts about the complexities of getting older, or just the thoughts and memories I’ve had in the past year of my previous age. It always seemed a bit mysterious to me that I was suddenly a year older on the 15th day of February. And on the birthdays that the difference one year can make is pronounced, such as obtaining a license, or being able to vote or consume alcohol legally, it’s just even more apparent to me that our age affects our role in society and our lives greatly. Being older is always looked forward to when you’re young, then when you start actually getting to a certain point it reverses and you wish to be younger again. They say you should enjoy your youth while you can. To enjoy the care-free innocence that comes with being a child, or a teenager, before the weight of reality and life seems to hit you. I agree, but I think every year and age throughout our lives should be enjoyed. Being young though, you lack that freedom and the ability to please yourself through your own choices, so you await that age when you can go forth and experience what you want, to enjoy what you can freely. It starts when you’re a teenager, and builds until you’re in college, and you suddenly feel that freedom.

The teen years always seemed the most stressful to me, even when I was a child it was apparent to me. I noticed it was a time that people identified themselves more as individuals, and as people, finding their place in society, while also coming to terms with their bodies and their thoughts. Going through the stresses of school and social situations unique to the age and fighting the control of parents and teachers, that was what met most teenagers. Of course it was also a wondrous time of growth and sexual awakening too, with budding emotions and the first time exploration that accompanied them. “Oh the memories~” right? Bursting out of high school and into college is kind of a stepping stone in life, just as much as going through the teenage experiences are.

Somehow I managed to find myself in a unique position though, and I skipped through most typical teenage experiences, and experienced my own experiences unique to me and my life. Of course everyone’s experiences are unique to them, but my life took a bit of a different turn from the societal norm. I’m an intelligent person so school was never a challenge, but my health was, and I missed quite a bit of school due to it. Eventually I just ended up home schooled because I couldn’t handle dealing with the stresses of trying to constantly catch up with what I’d missed while being out with my disease. I also ended up teaching myself the few things left I didn’t know. During this time I expanded my knowledge and my mind exponentially; devouring book after book, teaching myself new languages and skills, creating art, exploring my writing capabilities, listening to and creating music, delving into a world of imagination, and biding my time until the summer when I could travel and experience what my life had to offer me. Summer was the time of real growth though, emotional growth. Personal growth.

I gradually developed my own identity, though a bit more rapidly than my friends in school because I was constantly pushing myself in new directions, and delved into new experiences. New depths within my reality opened, and I found my primary perception of reality changing, as I opened my mind to philosophy, knowledge, and the experience of love. I fell in love so deeply when I was 16 I wasn’t sure I’d ever see reality the same way with someone else I cared for so deeply in it…and I haven’t. My view of reality changed that day in June when I met that person, and I think it might show through in my writing even now. I’m not going to cover the depth of that relationship now, but I’ll devote a post to it in the future. I’ve moved on though…and fallen in love with others since then, but I don’t think that the love I feel for the first to ever grace me with those experiences and emotions will ever die. But I wouldn’t want them to. I’ll hold on to these feelings and these memories as I grow older and older, year after year, 15th of February after 15th of February. Thats life isn’t it?

Please

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You were embracing me, surrounding me with those powerful arms of yours. You were holding me, tight enough for our heartbeats to feel each other. And I was loving it, this attention, this caring display of affection and protection. I was with you, as happy as I could be. Then you slowly undressed me. I wasn’t expecting it, but I was glad you wanted to. You pulled off my sweater, then my shirt. You saw the bra I was wearing and smiled, black always was your favourite colour wasn’t it? Then you unbuttoned the side of my skirt, and slid it off. You were undressing me slowly, admiring me, caressing me skin with those cold hands of yours. I was trembling, but it felt so bloody good just to be touched by you. Skin to skin.

You undid my bra, tossed it to the floor, and began playing with my breasts. I wanted you to suck on them, to love them with your tongue. You read my mind. Licking the nipples, then playfully suckling them, hurting me a bit with your teeth. They were erect within seconds. And you took a break to kiss the nape of my neck, sending a small shiver through me. Your hands continued caressing, exploring my skin, my curves, my form. You were warming my body with those cold hands somehow. I was getting warmer and warmer. I was feeling so good from it. Keep going.

Eventually my skin was blushing, and I was wet. I was wet for you. You stroked my hair with one hand, playfully pulling the ponytail out, so my hair fell in waves around my face. A chestnut wave of fine hair. With your other hand you explored what was beneath my matching black panties. You found how wet I was at your touch, how I was a waterfall at your command. You dipped in to see. Nice isn’t it? Your finger went in all the way, and I gave it a gentle squeeze to let you know it’s welcome. I loved you filling the emptiness inside me. I love you twirling your thumb around my clit. It feels so fucking good. My body is on fire for you. Its a waterfall for you. Its yours, just as I am. Love me.

You impatiently tugged the underwear off, throwing the soaked pair on the floor. I spread my legs as far as I could. I grabbed your hand and pushed you in farther. You started moving it, that “come to me” stroke with your finger. Or was it “come for me”? Your were smiling as I started to breath more rapidly. I could feel you inside of me, I could feel you pleasing me. It was amazing. My mind was calm, turned on, a bit of foggy haze of pleasure filled my mind now. I was moaning now, softly giving the pleasure have a voice. You put two fingers in now. Thats just what I wanted. Fill me, I don’t want to be empty anymore. Your fingers danced inside me, making me tremble and twitch every so often. I tried to close my legs in vain as it got intense, so good, so intense. “Don’t…don’t…stop.”. You didn’t.

You start kissing me all over, and using your free hand to play with my hair. Planting warm marks of love all over my body. My breasts, my erect nipples, my cheeks, my lips, my forehead, my ears. You whisper to me then that it’s almost that time. I knew it too. I was almost there. Almost there. Don’t stop. Keep going. Your thumb still circling madly, my clit so sensitive I can feel every little movement. Your fingers were dancing on the right spot inside. You don’t stop. You just smile. You whisper to me again, that its almost time. You ask me to come for you. You even say please. How cute. Almost…there. You whisper again, you’re telling me to come right now. Finally you say you love me, you really do, and you want me to know. And you ask me one more time. Will you please come for me? You keep saying it, over and over, louder and louder, as it keeps building. Exploding inside me, the waves race through me, one after the other, fulfilling everything I wanted, this pleasure, this burst of ecstasy, you. You asked me to come for you. Please?

I do. Then I wake up.

I wake up and I find my right hand down my panties, exactly where your hand should have been, completely soaked. I’d been dreaming again…of you. Same as always right?

Fallen Memories

lingering sensations felt so softly
spiraling amongst the chills of the night
with the delicate yet fleeting scent of flowers abound
these feelings swiftly pull me back
to the farthest ends of my memories
in search of the you that I loved

my memories relived, our breaths and bodies entwined
your voice melts away so delicately, like falling flower petals
the rain of petals is beautiful isn’t it? as they effortlessly land in Silence.

I miss you. If only…you were…here.

If only…

If only…
If only you knew…
If only you…
only knew…
Would you save me?
would you?
Could you save me?
save me?
would you..? would you save me?
from myself?
save me… save me…
will you save me?
will you…

please? will you save me..?
If only you…
only you knew…
could you…
please… will you…
save me
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Expression

I’ve started to define my unique little space here. More importantly though, I’m feeling like I’ve started to express myself in a way that…well, gives voice to some of the emotions and thoughts I’m experiencing, or have experienced. As I wrote in my first post, I am initially doing all of this for myself. Though along my journey through the nights I’m hoping I can entertain, inspire, or communicate on some level of emotion with anyone who happens to hear the things I set free. Perhaps those who have chosen to hear my nocturnal whispers can identify with something contained within, or are at least are somewhat enthralled with the ideas and imagery I call forth lovingly from the depths of Silence.

I quietly release my whispers in hopes that they may be given a form outside of myself, and it seems that their pieces have been discovered and hopefully assembled into something beautiful in the minds of those who hear them. Something with and without form, a expanse of thoughts and feelings, unique to individual interpretation. To those who do hear my whispers in the night, I thank you dearly. I would love to hear your thoughts on anything contained here, if you have any to grace me with. Until then, I’ll continue my nightly pursuit of self expression and emotional release with shadowed abandon. I hope you’ll continue to listen to the Silence carefully, as my whispers continue to make their way out.

Nocturnal Whispers

Eyes open. Blinding darkness. Shadows barely clinging to the ceiling. Nothing but a silent observer. What do you think about the world under you? Are you alone too? I’m listening…there is only solitary Silence. Again. Filling the space, constricting and penetrating everything. Then its broken. The increasing beats pumping. My heart. Thinking of you.

I can still see the outline of where you were. I kiss the place where your lips should be. Empty space. Its always like that. I glance at the clock. Glowing red eyes in the dark. No comparison to your shade of hazel. I close my eyes and listen to my heartbeat. Even though you’re gone…you’re still all I can see.

Drifting. Flowing. You embrace me. You hold me. Arms encircling, surrounding me, the way I need. Lips. You kiss me. A supple flavor lingers, reminiscent of peppermint. Skin. Wonderful smooth, warm flushing skin rubbing against mine. A wisp of hair, soft and delicate. A blur of deep color. The scent of flowers, caught in the air, sweet and gentle. Your breath, warm and constant on my neck. Then came the sound, like a small flash in the dark. Soft like velvet, it dives into me with the words “I love you.” Your whisper in the night.

Where have you been…? You don’t need to tell me. You’re here now. The drops begin to fall. Streaming down my cheeks. Raining down on the the pillow, small dark spots forming. I pull you closer. My grip becomes tighter. I’ll never let you go, not when your heartbeat is this close. This real. My lips by your ear, I whisper to you.

As soon as the words leave me, the spell is broken. My eyes open again, taking in the familiar ceiling. I stretch my hands out to your side of the bed. Empty. The sheets cold and smooth. The only change to the room are the distinctive glowing red eyes, once wide open, now almost closed.

The thoughts of you invade my senses. Take over my dreams. Alter my very reality. Again and again. I wake to same the same nocturnal whisper night after night as it escapes my lips. Its familiar. So very familiar. But it only lives here now. As it escapes from deep inside.

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“I love you too.“

The Effect of Silence

Do you feel that sensation?
let it become you.
let it embrace you.
let it devour you.

You’re feeling it now aren’t you?
let it enslave you.
let it constrict you.
let it break you.

You’re noticing it now aren’t you?
This merciless sensation.
Can you feel yourself succumbing?
Its a part of your being now.

Do you see what you’ve become?
Looking at your former self…
Do you see what it has done to you?
How you’ve already become its slave.

Maybe you don’t deserve it…
This gift I’ve given you.

Our Reality

Everything in this world is tainted
everything, even this voice and these words
But come with me and I’m sure together
we will find our own reality

In this deepening darkness and swirling nightmare
Before you lose your way too
hold tightly on to me

Let’s run into the light, go so very far
towards a place of dreams and feeling
Abandoning everything that has caused us pain
as together we run away

We’ll arrive at that place, our own reality
And amidst the sweet smell that enfolds us there
hold on to me and close your eyes

Feeling you here next to me is everything
I wish the world would die away
leaving only you and I

Once we’re there, the thoughts that cause you pain and sorrow
will listlessly leave you as your memories fade away
And alone within our final eden
we’ll weave a fairytale of eternity

Let’s run in to the light, go so very far
though our bodies may be shattered and broken
Escaping from this darkness hold close to me
so we’ll never be separated

We’ll arrive at that place, our very own reality
And amidst the sweet smell that enfolds us there
hold tightly on to me and close your eyes
as everything we’ve known is torn away