mellowedge

let's talk about mirrors and lovers, and mirrored love and love of mirrors - see me in you, you see you - if love is a holy channel then color me useful! I am the manifestation you seek to see the love alive, in - of you, the God-good. You, you should love you - then you wouldn't need me, need, no, perchance love me, stead, as no opposite, no reflection, not your champion - a lovely person, perhaps loving you; love yourself - then love me, too.

i can't hear my heartbeat. the city close to death and i feel joyful. what repugnance. i muse to the musical drone of sewer waterfalls. i can feel beauty and terror in once; it is well into darkness. a door slams too close, enslaves me to the comfort of my footstep rhythm. a slam into concrete, another slam -- it overpowers heartbeat. fear does that. and here, i create a lurking end for myself. i'm always close to death and only fear reminds me. cosmos, i deserve to be tried! if i cannot die a warrior's death, i am surely wasted.

mawkish but thrilling i think it's love feels like good pressure pain, pleasure, phantom pain and all invitation for trauma a century nonpareil i think it's love, but why trust it? you can make me infinite and that's another lie i just miss you all the time sick with treasure yes, it's pressure, phantom pleasure when you're gone.