SammytheFearless

Icarus told me all of his secrets: About Daedalus and how he wasn't the father Greek mythology made him out to be. About the Sun and Sea and how he never really fell but instead transcended. About the City of Lights and how afraid he was to ultimately fly there alone. "Let's leave this place." he said. "Let's go to the City together." (And so we worked into the night… Our wax a gift from Hephaestus whose unrequited sorrow went unheard— Our moonlight-kissed feathers sewn using the brilliant threads of Helios— He told me tales of the Labyrinth and how he met the lonely Ariadne, whose love for Theseus was pure bu

hearts: tiny metaphors of enormous intention desperately trying to breathe life into others while carelessly neglecting to keep their own spark alive, weakening with every colorless, deoxygenated pulsation. thoughts: unknowingly synchronizing to the exact same melody, accidentals looking sharp, words sounding flat ignorance asking for the hand of an ambiance that has too cold of feet for anyone else's taste. eyes: starry oracles tilted towards the heavens-- gazes fixated upon the same brilliant constellation-- phantoms whispering to the birth of a reality that soon slivered after the death of an afterthought. His words echoed m

the whimsical melody of a saxophone creeping, then reverberating peeling away the stale textures of yesterday. crinkled sheets stir silky skin reveals itself exposing flesh to reality and reality to her. she awakens and steps into the light. producing a cup of possibility transforming clouds into clarity. soon she's down the stairs, pouring daylight into the world, cradling the dreams of yesterday, giving birth to the promise of today. Her morning has begun.

Nightmares: terrorizing my eternity relapsing into the darkness I sleep weep for how I have fallen from grace please erase these terrible mares so that my night may be day once more a dream...                (within) a dream

          I heard the reverb-       erating footsteps of God.          And then you were gone.

We shall meet in the place where there is no darkness. Where the light is so blinding and the scene so intense. We shall see what no one sees and go where no one knows. There will be no pain or fear for I will always be near. Can you feel it? Are you ready? Take my hand, love. We will transcend from this world together. Take my hand, love, and don't let go.

October spirals into my universe. She is a comet: brilliant, radiant. Emitting such an odd, blinding brightness. Happiness igniting my stars exploding erupting, catalyzing such an oblique catastrophe. Then, she begins losing momentum burning out. She morphs, leaving behind such a spectacular constellation now: an afterthought.