a state i will not describe in crimson. something more of a blue shade, something royal and deep like sinking monarchy in the most deepest of oceans. a perpetual increase of swaying hearts all colliding and minds abandoned like a battle field, but still mother nature has not let her vision cast upon this open space, for she is nearly amused by the force of my atoms psychotically charging at one another, as if she's waiting for reality to step in. unless mother nature is a fool. unless she is bewildered by such murderous seen that she not only thrives off this sense of life, she whole hearty believes there to be nothing left. speeding physics of my persona all timelessly timed and stuck in concrete watching silly putty people take no notice in such efforts. heavy breathing, heart attacks, constantly attacked by self preserved screams all harbouring intuition and obscenities. a force of awkwardness straddling a whirlwind of sudden unawareness. casted in a crowd full of sparks and attraction that is no where near touching me. a whole revolution of i don't knows and fuming feelings now caught in the mud. dirty with frustration and you can't catch a glimpse of light because of the darkness. beating heart and all it's doing is breaking. upset and armed yet no where to fire without actually leaving a mark. a memory that seems so blank and cascaded so far away that i cannot catch it and release it back to you. something so fruitful and inspiring, cutting like a knife and hurting like warfare. beautiful encryptions urging you to remember, to feel something, to react, respond. can you hear me?
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