it is, simply

a letter from an ar kane enthusiast

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          "Space is where we both belong".                                                                                                                                              

                    your heart caresses mine with sparkles, stardust, glimmering lies; it wears a helmet and launches itself high in the sky. going up to space. it soars like a rocket and kisses the stars. i feel forlorn, loss is what clothes me, caresses my skin.                                                                                                           you wave from your bullet-riddled moon. you let trickles of your blood fall to earth. they greet me as i stand on the highest rooftop. i live to await your love, you surely think so, for you just know that i stand there. to you, it is simply truth. your divine, spoken word. 

               /the blood falls and adorns the sky. /                                                                

              but no matter where i stand, how high i jump. your helmet is too small, too capricious to do simple acts. it will never turn and see. no matter how much blood you seep and how many veins you throw to become vines to the earth. you can not hear, will never hear the drops hit the ground, the splash as the wine spills about and i savour, for your word is divine, it is always unwilling so the wine that tears through your body must also be. you will never feel the gentle tug as i climb up blue and red stalks to meet you.                                                                                                                                              you never turn even when i wave and wave and the wind has blown off my hands. maybe your word, your will is why, it is always so divine, it is simply truth.                                                                                                                                       

                    "Space is where we both belong"                                                                                                                  

                but your heart is too big, too foolishly, selfishly loving to let me climb, let me soar. even if the moon is stained red from how much holy wine your soul argues to give, to counter, to extend the denial that care is one you possess, it will never reach me. even if, even on the days where all i wish is to relish, to cry in an ounce of your presence. your denial is thick, the rampant feeling but it surprises. for i have never known that there are things that you can not possess. for your word is divine . from the moment your lips utter it , it is simply truth.                                                                                                     you never seem to reach me, to touch my hand, to charm my smile. space is your fated love/lover/ for only the most glamourous is worthy of you. your glory and sanctimony and that is simply true. but your mind is stubborn so you offer empty vessels filled with wine and blue and red plants to me, for you have once said with your holy truth                                                                                   

            "Space is where we both belong".                                                                                                                

                        but they can never, will never reach me as i have learnt and wept and uttered and listened to that your truth and i know that what i pronounce, what i envision is true, correct and i am sure, surer than i am of your glories, your stubborn lips and divine truths. It is, simply true, simply just. It is, simply.