I Am Here, My Ethos.

Chapter 15: The Alimony Of The Stars

Spatial vacancy, is love the continuum of cosmic print. The eccentric art of contemporary perspective. The modern perception of delicate inception. Life's void.

The beginning of time is the need to believe. A greek God with a broken barrel, reason to travel mentally, to space and watch the stars suicide. I see the universe is in its corruption.

Isn't beauty is in its destruction of sate. I approve of tendencies that try to change the will of God. The astrology in it's revenge. I try to keep away from accuracy. I don't know what it means. I'm far too close to its mirror.

Life's a conversation that went too far. I hope the subject has stalled. I saw my proclivity, a cross for sins, death of a martyr promises virtue. "Do you know what life is?"

Not my occasion to question the verse of sanctions. I like to keep my book in a drawer. I know my own time is a long look at space, I wonder if I own the capacity to belong to it's genesis.

Its something we created when we were talking. I don't know the reason. I feel that we have defied our realm of experience.

The word has repeated itself more than twice, I remember its echo travelled further than my mention.

"I know what life is." I lost my command button. It's like I woke up from a dream. The reality is that I do not have knowledge.

I hear the truth can be two sections. Somewhere in my daydream, I draw close the illusion of hallucinations I want to be real. A mythical truth I was familiar with.

To be specific is to paint the picture of time. It is, the length of my sight– a desert, no mirage to tame my ethic. I am in a overturn. The eclipse is my own fault.

Deception of a crow, the reason is late. The purpose dictates. It's the bait of what it means that it continued after our conversation. The coming of a shadow leaves light faithless.

The saturation can blind a man. A series of cathartic thoughts that something is out there, beyond my perception. The devotion is tasking in worship. The will of a broken man is a story for worship.

It controls the way I am. The concept of a theatrical theme that is my life. Something greater than fiction, I imagine it is the wonder of time and space. It just happens that I'm here, looking for an answer as to why my presence is purgative.

Religion and salt on open wounds. The alimony of astral marriage. The gala is great, its indoctrinate. To be within the eye of redemption. I stare at what's in between.