I loved without notice, this nature of joysticks—this casual
pink elephant; to arrive at midnight, this flavored image—while to lose so
attached. I experienced more to feel, this choice of words, to explain a
detached nature; where love was passion, even ecstasy, but still a bit blasé;
to perish her heartbeat, semi-enthralled, this sexual religion; but less that
core, that feral intimacy, where ice touched her womb; this inner motion, to
examine aesthetics—this woman, that body, this sheer affection; to ponder for
waves, staring at magic, to adore what achieved perfection. I’ll pass for time,
while to live at moments, to court but rain and sirens; this gorgeous terror,
by earth a magnet, to feel but a fraction of beauty; to aim for deeper, this
inner reality, at rivers that cause for travesties; to feel so low, while to
live so high, as a bit that feeling for pains. I loved without notice, those
yearly strangers—at times searching for date three: that electric force; those
rolling eyes—those yelps by aches that cry. It could be real, this fevered
sensation, while nails clawed flesh; to feel blasé, while entrenched dearly,
this mental contradiction. I shift at moments, so dark his thoughts, where Love
was painting futures; that storm of arms, at reach to grip, this music by
mirrors that touch; to ache forever, that nonchalance, whereto, that first
argument. It couldn’t be life—this needs for conflict, as to arouse
attachments: that opposite effect; those ornament screams; that passion, those
veins, that neck; as purposed for love, those throws by morning, that child the
deepest intimacy; as born to live, this needs for converse, the richer that
pond by force; this quasi-fey, at chase that pyramid, to gnaw unto purple
flesh. It’s so surreal, as partly uncanny, as to expect that intensity: that
rented island; those pure contagions; as attached unknowingly. I pondered for
years, to set it free, those feelings by earth—enigmas! I’m soon to shift, to speak of ideals, this
color we live: that fabulous person, that immediate love, those sliced
enchantments; to have that passion, while bold for hearts, as to demand this
wealth that was given; to reply gladly, to feel each moment, at tears to
realize a brewing rift. I felt for love, as one ruined by life, for mother
nurtured violence; as anger was breakfast, aside for seconds, as one defends
his mind. I’ll go for deeper, those alpha structures, as often repeated
throughout life; where knowing love, this viral portrait, is often a challenge
for adults; for father fled, as mother died, while most are abandoned to
grandparents; this trip through time, that type of love, as often this firm
compassion. I’ll ease for minds, as to speak of instincts, this place in us
that touches; to know for choice, this vibrant feeling, as to reach forever
with a kiss. It’s quite enchanting, this inner romance, where a feeling warms
our nature.
