Steal me from time, strip me of spoils, abandon me
of worldly riches. I am a million little pieces on a
carousel of life's love.
I'm your beautiful disaster, your next cardiac arrest.
A painter in my mind, imaginations my canvas of
escapism, trapped in an illusive world of candy rivers
and sunshine confetti.
Pry into my mind's eye, to know me, as i seek salvation,
as i chase for redemption, search absolution and stay true
to myself, nothing to hide. I have nothing to hide.
Bemuse me my dear, with compassion, snatch me away from distractions.
Like an addict misses his syringes,
i miss you, my life's blissful oblivion.
My life's the symphony Mozart would have a blood bath
with Bach to claim rights to compose and orchestrate
for the rest of the world to put under scrutiny.
We tend to forget sometimes and weigh ourselves heavily
with wants and in turn neglecting moral growths. Stretching
obliquely in directions that we really don't belong, those
that do not accord with our inert desires.
Honesty. Inhale the purity. Exhale the sins. Inhale. Exhale.
If there was a God, i would have spit in his face for subjecting
me to this. If there was a Devil, i would sell him my soul to
make it all better.
You could have welcomed yourself to my debut, our premiere.
Skip the rest of the world for this won't you my dear?
Rewind and replay. Hold out your hand.
I'd rewrap us in a constellation of stars and milky way...
A surrealist living in a carebear's dream,
I'm a love addict.
As much as I'm an addict for the love of:
love + life + family + preciouspreciousfriends + photography + cats ,
stars + doodling + music + memories .
I'll be in love till the day i die.
