Yggdrasil
Bluelighter
We set out very young...in mindset at least. Trippin' and swingin' down long and root filled alleys; grass inches tall and sparsely patterned, decorating our abstract pathway towards that unknown destination we craved so despairingly yet fruitfully for. Clouds in and out of other clouds in and out of breeze combed oxygen and helium vacuums and fields, afloat as everything is among everything. The day is a same day, one of those that seems to not matter in the grand scheme of things, a day that exists because it has to...it must in order to complete the year...that strange entity...a whole that leaves no exceptions or differences...a designated cycle of time that fits our remote and currently spinning orb and will always until there is no more anything…only transcendent gray into that negative vacuum where time pauses as the ghost of all falls back into itself...and everything turns into one infinitely small speck of singularity...and begins again as Time watches casually and fully in the empty and ethereal nothingness that can not exist…
It was a day, and I was looking at her, and I was wondering just how it was possible to think of nothing but then, of all that exists in my and her presence--a feat I have only found possible in the situations in which everything happens as well as it could, and happiness is just beginning to be familiar...and for once you enjoy smiling.......and it's true that in situations where Uncomfortable holds your hand you will think of places you would say, rather be? Or even who else you wish to be there...and you can not enjoy Time; you wish it to change your situation, your present…Time.
I looked at her a lot, and hence I was bathing in the bliss of then, fully and compellingly aware of the all that made our scene, and the Time that allowed it to pass. And the days went by...and by...and by...
...and by the Time we met, when the days started to develop aura's and dull senses of urgency, and we had traveled so far already...in the being of togetherness that emerges from it's den of inequity when two souls fill as one...and becomes an addicting necessity, we knew we had to leave everything behind.
Strolling through star clusters and evading through nebula, cruising in and out of craters and swooping through rings, we had become so different. The way things never keep the ability to remain same, to defeat the godly foe of Time; the way things change that can not change. And then there were the manifolded emotions: arisen through experience in realms of unbalanced beauty and unfathomable chaos, strewn from the voyage of cosmic entities in elusive and depthless space - absolute zero - our minds had expatiated and received tremendous amounts of other-worldly knowledge and feelings. But as of yet, Time had not stolen our togetherness, and Uneasy had not been spotted in eons of careful happiness.
Afloat in epic scenery and adrift in directionless purity, we continued to spin together in glorious streams of color and motion. Gliding with seamless glimmer in vexes of portalled walls and trimmed with soothing waves of ghostly white; directions coming around and around… Touching, holding on, folding in together...crushing heat and brooding black holes...destructively wreaking dimensions...........together.........scenes of trees in starlight.........you..........together.....draining light holding thin...............eternal schismatic landscape..............a moment of time...............................
It was a day, and I was looking at her, and I was wondering just how it was possible to think of nothing but then, of all that exists in my and her presence--a feat I have only found possible in the situations in which everything happens as well as it could, and happiness is just beginning to be familiar...and for once you enjoy smiling.......and it's true that in situations where Uncomfortable holds your hand you will think of places you would say, rather be? Or even who else you wish to be there...and you can not enjoy Time; you wish it to change your situation, your present…Time.
I looked at her a lot, and hence I was bathing in the bliss of then, fully and compellingly aware of the all that made our scene, and the Time that allowed it to pass. And the days went by...and by...and by...
...and by the Time we met, when the days started to develop aura's and dull senses of urgency, and we had traveled so far already...in the being of togetherness that emerges from it's den of inequity when two souls fill as one...and becomes an addicting necessity, we knew we had to leave everything behind.
Strolling through star clusters and evading through nebula, cruising in and out of craters and swooping through rings, we had become so different. The way things never keep the ability to remain same, to defeat the godly foe of Time; the way things change that can not change. And then there were the manifolded emotions: arisen through experience in realms of unbalanced beauty and unfathomable chaos, strewn from the voyage of cosmic entities in elusive and depthless space - absolute zero - our minds had expatiated and received tremendous amounts of other-worldly knowledge and feelings. But as of yet, Time had not stolen our togetherness, and Uneasy had not been spotted in eons of careful happiness.
Afloat in epic scenery and adrift in directionless purity, we continued to spin together in glorious streams of color and motion. Gliding with seamless glimmer in vexes of portalled walls and trimmed with soothing waves of ghostly white; directions coming around and around… Touching, holding on, folding in together...crushing heat and brooding black holes...destructively wreaking dimensions...........together.........scenes of trees in starlight.........you..........together.....draining light holding thin...............eternal schismatic landscape..............a moment of time...............................
very cool.
