and they try to use our words but it's a lie
life as exploration, travels through forests forever connecting, forever new. and i, still tipping rocks in search of your face, of the soul i conjured up and attatched to it. still searching outside the imaginings of my own mind for what only ever existed within them, for the spark that illuminated before the fire that burned. and still finding only cool, quiet darkness, the damp scent of earth...finding it strangely comforting, somehow, the gentle chill of calm against my skin. someday i will move forward, leave you there, laid to rest, an interment long overdue. someday.
and yet i have moved. in so many ways... most recently to the top of a hill in the heart of a city i'm only just beginning to explore, to corrupt in so many delicious little ways. and when i am through i am determined the sun, bestowing evening kisses of soft-dimming light and whispers of strange, magically twisting dreams, will cast an allison-shaped shadow across it's slumbering streets.
and yet i have moved. in so many ways... most recently to the top of a hill in the heart of a city i'm only just beginning to explore, to corrupt in so many delicious little ways. and when i am through i am determined the sun, bestowing evening kisses of soft-dimming light and whispers of strange, magically twisting dreams, will cast an allison-shaped shadow across it's slumbering streets.