Some would have wanted to collect these shards of having had, to eternally 'be' in the circumstances they reflectively deified. The others choose to instead dance among these swinging wind chimes of fates past, rippling on the waves of their momentum. We gyrate in this vacuum of realizations and reaction; its never coming back, its never slowing forward.
The heart's gave up their blood as sacrifice, the words fell like balloons in rebellion against gravity. The LOVE found symbiosis and ate away my resistance to being more than an individual perspective lost in the tempest of such gorgeous and supple intelligences.
It was given, received, and multiplied. Rebirth reborn into the womb of consciousness, it floated onward...
Oh, there can be no conclusion to such introductions. I am there now, and may never have been. I reach forth into the night and grasp only this paint-splattered apartment that is so blank in contrast to this symbol-bound keyboard. The letters jump between the emptiness to tell you the lies of the past and the truth of the future.
And only one thought cannot disintegrate solemnly in recollection; I love you.