its bad to stay up they say
ive lost my control in sleep pattern
a night breeder like an owl
eyes wide awake in the middle of the night
instead I
think of dangerous love and its boundaries
there are none
I think of two people that should not be interested in each other and yet when they do the world tilts
as their power is too heavy for the world to obey and not move
I think of desire that melts corners and changes them into circles
I dream about ecstasy that magnifies beyond prediction into a world lost in time
a world that only is merely sensible around 1.35 am and I wake to visit its extremities
and tragedies of broken beautiful love
i cry and tear and sing a song
my heart is weeping
my soul is burning
my mind is yearning for the combination of a sunset extravaganza and the oceans attention
I whisper
I never want this to end
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