And again, I can feel it; the unseen forces of ecstasy that shoot down our spines and simmer within the hearts of us all.
An elusive essence permeates throughout constellations that dwell amongst my thoughts; Just as the silence in between musical notes, I see your face. You who danced on my grave and wrote poetry in news paper articles. And though you remain, sheltered in the forsaken chasm of my heart. I shall no longer meet with you, as we are no longer each other. You were only ever in my dehydrated mind as a mirage, amidst aching synapses. You have departed my bloodstream and I am cleansed. My ecstasy leisurely grows like algae beneath a boat; my own vessel becoming as one with nature. With the world at my fingertips, I dive into murky waters to find a bustling universe, greeting me with open arms.
