the perpetual lucid
a waking dream
as we walk in between
these worlds
dimensions to parallel the past
into a future line
that never was, perhaps
how many continuums have I lead
and tread on down
if only I could choose
my lottery, for when I have found
or had, you, my love
to sound the sound
almost imperceptible, lips meet
where breath is born and retreats
until that last breath
and beyond
might I pass into that thought
the last electron to cross this mind
the last echo of a beat from this chest (will be you)

and yeah, I still think about her. I can’t shake her to this day, I do not know what to do, maybe I am just crazy, we both deserved better… but were meant to be together, and like young fools do, we fucked it all up… I just hope she is ok these days, I really do.