Golden Goblet
These words were slamming against the inside of my skull searching for a way out. Now they are stuck to the miscellaneous oblivion of this old journal and while we will probably be the only ones who ever read them, at least we will know where to find them.
Sometimes life feels close but I know it’s far away.
All of the particles inside the ozone layer are touching. When you feel my hand you really feel the heat of charged particles violently trembling beneath the pressure of an entire universe suspended in infinite dark matter. It feels like love because our bodies have built magnificent pathways for signals to travel and wrapped them in white matter so we can communicate faster than light can travel. And we do communicate, beyond what could ever be contained by words, about every chemical reaction that slips past the gates I use to define my personality. Every unit forward in time we live further inside each other, wrapping the pathway between us with white matter so we can share a greater experience of life. If any of me is tied to an existence prior to this memory, I am sure my past carries traces of your signature energy. If it is fact we started our connection before this period in time, I imagine the pathway is only getting stronger and we will connect further in every future unit of time. This brings me such absolute pleasure it exceeds what can be contained by words, much like the ever-expanding universe that is observed infinite because it is growing at the same rate we are. Therefore, I believe our adventures combine at such an interval I experience the joy of you at the same rate the universe expands making it impossible to reach the end of ecstasy with you. Our hands, our bodies, ourselves; entangled, entwined, everlasting. One lifetime would not be enough, every lifetime still won’t feel like enough - my hunger for you is a gift from a higher power and I intend to protect it at all costs.
I love you.
Sometimes life feels close but I know it’s far away.
All of the particles inside the ozone layer are touching. When you feel my hand you really feel the heat of charged particles violently trembling beneath the pressure of an entire universe suspended in infinite dark matter. It feels like love because our bodies have built magnificent pathways for signals to travel and wrapped them in white matter so we can communicate faster than light can travel. And we do communicate, beyond what could ever be contained by words, about every chemical reaction that slips past the gates I use to define my personality. Every unit forward in time we live further inside each other, wrapping the pathway between us with white matter so we can share a greater experience of life. If any of me is tied to an existence prior to this memory, I am sure my past carries traces of your signature energy. If it is fact we started our connection before this period in time, I imagine the pathway is only getting stronger and we will connect further in every future unit of time. This brings me such absolute pleasure it exceeds what can be contained by words, much like the ever-expanding universe that is observed infinite because it is growing at the same rate we are. Therefore, I believe our adventures combine at such an interval I experience the joy of you at the same rate the universe expands making it impossible to reach the end of ecstasy with you. Our hands, our bodies, ourselves; entangled, entwined, everlasting. One lifetime would not be enough, every lifetime still won’t feel like enough - my hunger for you is a gift from a higher power and I intend to protect it at all costs.
I love you.