Avoid exploiting desire.
In the middle
Obstacles then dissipate.
Feelings will not oscillate.
Take a picture with your eyes.
At the center of the universe an undeniable gravity pulls everything into a bottomless abyss, turning light bulbs into droplets of water. Only rebellion – or the infinitesimal bliss of freedom – gets in the way of an implosion. And in the middle of that battle, imagination dances its cosmic dance, etching existence.
If I am asleep as the apocalypse ensues, do not wake me. I don’t want your panic, nor feel the pain of freedom – I want to dream past the end of existence; be limitless within myself, gliding over trees.
If you cannot find me during the calamities, do not try hard. I don’t want your worry, nor the burden of expectations – at the last moment of my being, I must understand the most important answer of all.
Be inside in one.
So stand beside me instead; lay down in my bed. Hold me, and close your eyes. Float into your dream.
As droplets of water seamlessly tangle and spray around an ocean breeze – beside me, find your peace.