"how does one measure reality?" I politely asked as she pulled on my coat. "in duration or in devotion? in elation or in expression?". and the ocean crashed into the sky, as an afternoon rolled quietly by, above the mountains. and blank stares were accepted as a reply, as I sat half still, stealing empty words and filling feelings. "what's your method of reaching euphoria?" and i knew a moment was lost- like every time clock hand moves faster than heart beat. and i make a mental note of what that cost- like every time i forfeit in fear of quick defeat. because what seemed so destined to venture- now seems to want to stay, and when we fall asleep we almost sound human. like the desperate shades of grey, of every word spoken under overcast sky, and every intimate moment gone awry; there is a westbound bus on an eastbound campus. as a stranger walks up an empty street, asking questions to the air. We then spoke of the planets without any realistic truth, but in our own truth. -Somniferes

LOVE is my only faith

"if you die you're completely happy and your soul somewhere lives on.im not afraid of dying.total peace after death,becoming someone else is the best hope ive got"-kurt cobain