Dear intangible, memoir's of his vacant mind.

A time under your thoughts. Going home from your summer in my skin. In cymbals of the tallest faces we can comprehend. I realize how much integrated incorrigible synopses the life of my indelicate brain can’t seem to contend with. I’m an undergoing insatiable secret. All of a sudden the sense of the grasped, millstone around my neck has found its own way to the premier of my extent. Precisely a faint moment of your time token whispers would keep me up tonight. The trouble I’ve seen to factor in the smile with the moonlight. And the love of her beating heart poised in prose. All of the acclaimed valor in preservation of my smirking smile. Keeping your eyes in mine and our hands intertwined. Voraciously taking the vigor of the toll you find so tangible. And in the horizon, I find the leak of the Vacuum voiceless voices carried into the trails of the smoke turned winds. As his arms twitch the comfort of the ambiance is too much to feel so he began to fall deeply into the torn out revolutionized raconteurs. Soul burned by the yearning of her phosphorescent skin. A combined rationed insoluble enduring of the crescent beat of his pulsating heart. The trialed tribunal overcastting is extrovert imbalance, absorbed in its continuous cataclysmic strain. Ripping the fibers on my un-pricked soul. A child light to bring the soliloquies of our somber solvent. Our hearts in each other’s footsteps, continuing to find their aesthetic sync.