And there you were, beauty in absolute. my heart tore a hole from my chest and burrowed itself into the dirt  to plant the seed from which some would call love, i would call jealousy, and every time you come to fill my head like dreams i can’t forget, it over flows and rains like streams of sweat, down my face and in my eyes where it burns horridly but still can see the light.

My time can’t be wasted because life is somewhat meaningless anyway, seeds grow and live and die slow, we can enjoy it drunk and have a reason to live to the next drink, or can die trying, and some might think of me a pessimist and say im crazy, and ill shake their hand and tell them how awful it is someday, but your still beautiful and age can’t do you any harm, my fingers feel your hips and lips and im gone.

And reality becomes a dream, and play through the open seams of our eyes, our lashes intertwined , a kaleidoscope in-between minds, a super nova that pulls itself in two. Is this what they call love? A colored bliss in euphoric oblivion. Its me and its you. And is all that is left of us too. Let’s share this dream and maybe we can feel a taste of reality.  And taste the feel of absolute. Almost heaven. But we got off a stop early.

This is our reality.