Oblivate_Voice

Now that I have recovered from 'your' illness, I need a rest that never ends.

I'd love to watch her aura from a distance for if I touch her she'd disapper from my sight lest be assured I'd just drop down if she's nowhere to be reflected on my eye. For I've made an imagery that things could go uphill with the mentality 'that things can survive just by talking at the right hour'.

How she sips on her evening tea when everything's at dawn and the only ephemeral source is the horizon reflecting on her tea.

I'd like to be her muse, for if there's anything I want to feel it'd be her morality. I'd love to know how she fathoms her evenings on a shadow stricken day, how she plays with her mind in this chaotic numbness

Love transcends time, space. The prospect of being with someone isn't bout the physicality. It isn't bout how she makes me feel, it isn't bout how she lingers on my conscience.

Sex is cool, but have you ever been in love?

Yes, she's real in me, in my daydream, in my ache, in my dusty attic.

She rather cleans my heart than to throw it in a bag full of delusion.

The dust gathers round my chamber(heart), for my catapulous ache is so unhinged by her presence.

She dwells in my attic, the cobwebs are made up of her hair, silky and dusty.

The immiscible laughter together, the summer waves where I'd tuck your hair by the side of your ear, the little butterflies that we'd get just by looking at each other. Our remnant was like a November Rain, the years almost over and the rain droplets always eavesdropped on our muse."

I'm that Tree.

Just as the samplings grew into a mistic coordination of integrity and hope that it will be getting a trunk of his own, a amalgamation of luck and struggle to endure the life, the tree lost its meaning in this soily eroded hemisphere. Not because it lost the struggle for existence but the will to overcome the long trauma that it has perciviered through its tenure is a vile entity, maybe the reasons were vanished on a drought season or maybe someone butchered their mentally dilapidated juxtaposition of willpower and hope.