tessa

In a dessert of convulsing flesh, my spirit wilts, the lonely pale petals groan for the water of a lasting sensuality. The shards of light against the infinite black pane strung along through the echelons of time and the promise of more to come is the only aliment.

Many sins have banished me here and by my will alone. The pride that these feelings rest on is crumbling ever so slowly. They say the universe is eternally in a state of deconstructing it's self, well so am I. The pairing of a lone spirit--a passer-by, an old friend--with mine, seems like the only element my nebula needs to ignite the spark and form a world of life.

Please when I look into your eyes don't take my eagerness as complete despair, take it as my will to intertwine. I'll take a chance on anyone that pleases my crippled narrow minded taste of beauty. Even ugly pleasures are still pleasures.

I once hugged a girl as hard as i could so as to compress us together as one. After I realized I was no longer kidding I found myself naked in bed with a fresh aqaintence. I texted her some poetry and she let it fly by like a comet without even making a wish. I guess I have always said, after seeing dark star, that flying towards the earth as a shooting star for everyone to see, is the most beautiful  way to die.