03/27/2006
Quiet is the drop of my existence into this infinite shade of red.
And how it makes me long for the dark that finds me in my dream.
I hear her calling to me, whispering in that silent scream of death and eternity.
Dreaming in her forever, of what? I am obsessed with knowing the answer.
This answer along with hundreds that trickle across the membranes of my mind.
The life that was but is more so now... as she would put it.
Delicately drawn from the corners of her brain and laid upon the parchment of my understanding...
Yes,,, Obsessed it seems with an existence I long to have, to hold, to understand.
To fall into it and be lost from those who do not know.
Fly between the sheers of her creations, dancing that lifeless dance that breathes all that is living to me.
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