Random rants of hopeless affection

Trap me in this false reality ive come to love. This fantasy island. Burn the fucking bridge. Tear down the airports. Scratch us off the map. Happiness only comes in brief and distant intervals, and though the time is short lived there, it had come to be the only time i treasure. Crossing the property lines into america, the real world, is as easy as walking into wallmart, but the shelves are all empty, and the employees are all self hating irrationalists. A job, an education, these are the things that keep me from living in my mind. Living in your mind. Together we bake the bread that smells of life, the scent of happiness. I wish to never return to the world, unless your hand is in mine. We can sleep on the couches of the neighbors we dont mind being around. We can bath in the stream of translucent comfort that flows between us. We will be cleansed. Those who oppose us, I will oppose with equivalent force. The force that bonds is much stronger then the force that tears apart.
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Our Points were made by means of embarisment. A shirt was the only object standing between me and my gift to you. I planned on tearing from my chest the only thing of value i have to give, my heart. i would be left for dead if the reciever of such a gift would refuse to palpitate my organ to keep the life inside it. This is a chance i am willing to take. To the victor goes the spoils, we are the victors, and ill be fucking damned if anyone is going to spoil this. Spoil you. I will not taint the words that i say. I speak truth, and you hear it.

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She was a tree of life that was always in full bloom. From the roots that spread freely through the earth to the leaves of pure elegance that would accent the sky like a setting ball of gas, she was all grace and no gawkyness. She was the only tree that would not wither away in the winter months.

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The silence between them was never awkward. The eyes. That is where it all began: affection, attraction, admiration. It ended with the lips, and the final semi-glossed stickyness of their seperation that would hold the two together for milliseconds longer then intended. It was almost as if the lips did not want to seperate, but free will was much stronger then their power.

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The twinkle in her eyes was not synthetic like that of a retina equipped with contact lenses. The crosspatch of light that shown through represented to me the life that danced freely behind her nervous composure. They were just eyes, but at the same time, were anything but. Her voice box was constructed by a higher force. Her vocalization, for me at least, was as mesmerizing as a song played by the pied piper.

Lead me, but not astray.

Feed me, but please remove the bones of shattered reality prior to my consumption.

As for my thirst, please quench it, but do not poison the watering hole.

I promise, to you and myself, that I will not become a stereotype for tragedy.

We relate through common experience. Me and you are common, and the experience is gratifying. Your soft hands are comforting and crippling all in one package. A buy one get one free deal that i could never turn down. The comfort is construed through them at dangerous speeds. Waves of satisfaction passing through time and space, meaning only to warm the heart and soul. In turn, I am crippled by the overwhelming awe you provide for me. Forced to my knees by some unknown entity. I kneel, not to beg for forgiveness, but to thank whatever false higher being has written you into my story.

Thank you God.

Thank you Buddha.

Thank you Allah.

Thank you L. Ron. Hubbard.

Thank you.