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Vivid

Missing you/Is facing a mission through/Misconstrued/Simple truths/And acknowledging these vicious two/Solipsistic views/I'm a missle zoom-/Ing right back into your hidden rooms/And you're the billiard cue/Knocking me/Out, pocketing/Me, getting me to stop the deep/Hate and walk with me/As I'm reintroduced/To life in all its vivid hues/I want to live with you/And exist as proof/Of the point these little clues/God left wasnt a minuscule/Attempt at a sinner's coup/You and I werent an interlude/But the main act, the distance moved/Us apart, but we're not finished, soon/Life will take these prison blues/And you'll be flickering through/The night sky, a film that drew/My attention, I'll sit and rum-/Inate over these blisters strewn/All over my feet from sprinting through/And over the bricks you threw/At me just so I could get a kiss from you/

Distant Reveries vs. Disappointing Realities

Deified Reveries vs. Distant Realities





I dreamed of you again.

It was an odd, fantastical dream, but it was emotionally potent all the same. 
It began with you and I in Old Town Sacramento. 
We held hands and beamed whenever our eyes met and our gazes intertwined, which, believe me, was often enough to be more than occasionally. 
We nearly skipped through the graffiti laced tunnel that intertwines Sacramento with it's Old West counterpart, propelled by clouds all the while. 








Next, and bear with me here, I was immortal, in the vain of Blake Lively in Age Of Adaline. 
You and I shared a weathered house marinated in history, and, inexplicably, 8 people lived with us. 
Perhaps it was a boarding, or halfway, house. 
I awoke in the middle of the night, aware that I was being tracked by the government for my hidden imperishability. 
So, clad in boots, Levi's, and a black shirt, I began to silently skulk and surreptitiously sneak through the cacophony of toys, books, and assorted det…