Dreams are all I have ever truly owned.
One fine day this predatory world shall consume itself.
Truth is singular. Its versions are mistruths.
I believe we do not stay dead long. Find me beneath those extraordinary stars where we first kissed. Yours eternally.
I believe there is a another world waiting for us. A better world. And I’ll be waiting for you there.
And all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now, that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention, if only one can first conceive of doing so. Moments like this, I can feel your heart beating as clearly as I feel my own, and I know that separation is an illusion. My life extends far beyond the limitations of me.