The sky is blue. I wish i was the sky. Blown to bits with her billowing clouds floating under my face;
Blew, and not through. Threw a fit and spit out civilizations onto her perfect breadths. Widening quickly, spinning warped circles we blend; twisting oblate as we spend our axiis time-long. Shooting off nebulae in our writhing wake, our threads weaving their intricate mesh. Her perfect form sprawled out and waiting for me behind the Sun. I brave the scald: flesh melted and shaped a heart, like the letters I sent. A beetle in a rainforest, trying to be seen in a blinding color scheme of material majesty: jumping, waving arms in a dream where my scream has no voice. I slough my skin, and stretch a message across Alpha Centauri; expressing my heart’s expansion, and the core of the change…still she doesn’t see. Dragging a blade across my veins and every artery, I spell out in detail what she means to me; still she can’t see my pleading. The last trickle of my life dots my ” Love You ” , i…

Another lifetime chasing what I can’t possibly obtain; a heart free of pain. The discomfort pokes through the weak skin with razor-wire talons, clawing to shreds any hope of contentment. What must have earned me this scolding scream, rancid cream, nightmare dream?
Only when I’m awake again and searching for her face in a room full of fakes do I realize; I sent the wrong me to her. My eyes were open, and she walked right past my door ajar.
The end of the universe is not too far…..