ConnotationsIt takes justbut a Kissupon the face,the face of thedistorted Reflectionto end it all.So clean, so silent;the Kiss.The Reflection, howit embraces thisweary vessel aftermy Kiss, holding metight, never lettinggo, never letting mefrom its sight.Its strong embrace,such a strange chill itbrings to the vessel.My consciousness drift asthe distorted Reflection'sembrace tightens.Such a Kiss.Such an embrace.
Unit of MeasurementHow long have I walked this wretched path of life?How many miles more must I travel?What is the purpose of eating this strife?Is there a thing that I must unravel?The feet, they grow weary of gravel.The vessel, it yearns for eternal rest.The mind melts as thoughts begin to bevel.The eyes, now, blind to the truth of the surest.Let this be a dream; perchance a cruel jest,a mere product of the devil's whim.The ending of this will be for the best,as this flicker begins to slowly dim.One would ask why I would go through all this.Why, the answer is simple: To feel love's bliss.
Falling UpI choose to walkthe other path, so thatthe sky meets my soles. Insteadof grass or gravel.Soft clouds of whiteand grey guide my wearyfeet in place of sturdystepping stones.A sea of seamlessblues welcome my eyesas the sun stirs from slumber,washing waves of wonderand awe upon my Soul.With wonder in myeyes, I continue thisperpetually perfect path.Ribbons of dull orangesand reds roll acrossthe dimming sea asthe sun readies forits slumber.One stepback and another,I stop to breathe inthis breath-taking view.Alas, the sun has fallen intoits silent slumber. I walkno longer upon the bluesea, but rather on a velvet ofblack studded with sparklingspots of shimmering silver.I look to my new guide, themysterious moon. Her soft glowbreathes life to the droplets ofsilver, my companions on this perpetuallyperfect path to no where in particular.When this journey willwean is dependent upon when I awakefrom this decadent dream of day.I choose to walkthe other path,