spy

illogics will find this algorithm to be completely

asinine and
meaningless and archaic but without a definite

termination point.
imperfect transmissions occur only between adjacent
relay satellites that must have a line-of-sight with
earth and free of particle
dust.

only when we grow as adults we are
free.

living without this sin could not
ultimately bring me any form of catharsis, these
secrets will consume the love that was not based on
trust.

love & physics

back on the battlefront,
two of opposite polarities interacting silently

do you remember the decision you made then?
do you recall what broke, but did not mend?

we're caught in the rip-tide
stuck in this affair of love and physics

do you remember feeling the ground beneath your feet?
do you remember that free fall you caused in me?

ivy

we're sitting here in an attempt to judge each other.
i won't ever place you on a pedestal again.

we'll set each other up against rigid standards,
that won't align to any of our attributes.

we've become the things that we hate,
and we'll consider life to be content.

to re-identify is to become friends again.

reissue

what do you believe in?
what makes you happy?

i've come to question why i even break from the deep phases of sleep. whether or not i am dreaming, i feel so cold and distant in that null state.

my own personal limbo.

but how deep does that abyss lead my mind to? am i being pulled into the arms of someone waiting or further away into something worthless?

"would it have been easier if it was sooner?"

i've got the motive, but you don't have the dedication.

half-sure

i am undecided on what i shall do with you.
and if you're pliable enough
to be carrying on conversation
through the mess of stringent lies

i'd like to say hello
i want to say hello
i need to say hello
i have to tell you to pull through