Geez, time flies by…
Olion, the Treasurer of Magic has an urgent message from the headquarters of dreams.
He is searching for you, dear friend…I believe it is hopeful news.
I was right about one thing… I’d never find anyone like her, again.
An excerpt from a poem taken from the in-progress work, “The Universe Inside Her II: a book of unsorted poetic letters”
You are a lie, beautiful fall, a taunting lie. Surely we fall in your presence. We fall down to the bitterness of winter, blanketed in icy cold; the unthawed hearts, we freeze to death. For this is your poison, Autumn, you are our fall dressed in kindly colors.
I am always this far from even my lovers: outside of their psyche and never able to enter it. Estranged by the limitations of even our souls.
Neverlasting and impermanent…
I’ve felt it, my love. Some kind of separation between us. Another tear in the heavens, where its curtain of love was ripped apart by human hands. I wonder should I love you still, or should I let you go and move on to love other lovers who I’ve yet to meet? Could I love […]
We leave these little coffee shops and bookstores with an ache in our hearts. We whisper farewells to the lands it holds within, as we walk out the many-times-repaired door, awaiting the day we can come back again.
I try to find you in another, I search among mankind, but you are imaginary and none were made for me.