May 8, 2019
I disconnect. Zeitgeist failed to provide. I am the interloper who walked away. No more. The attachment has decayed. My hope of blending has shriveled to a point extracted as a virus to carve dark from its own rotting disease. I have colluded with a love beyond a dream, above the green seas, beyond the azure skies, shot to the core of stars' fuel inside my soul, that which I call a soul, my heart of hearts. Imagining emancipation has divided me off from the wasteland of loss. Intermixing hope upon hope I live within the widening diameter of us.