To-do

The nest has been invaded. I'm looking around, but… I worry that they may have taken something of value.

So I suppose the first step should be to look in every nook and cranny. Of course, really, what is it that might define a nook and/or a cranny? I don't know. But I know that they took it. I know they took my precious heirloom.

So the first step is to look. But everything seems the same, entirely. It just feels different. It feels invaded. Cumbersome thoughts, that's all they are. I'm just in a space where I am not welcome, correct?

Begin feed

It was around five, as you might call it based on your human timing conventions. I walked in to see you sitting there, glaring at me… you know who you were. Who you are. Eyes so piercing, you gazed directly into my soul. I could not spend the rest of that day just living anymore. No, I had a greater purpose… and you were that purpose.

Sectional Violence

As I crawled into the space where you were occupying, attempting to be closer to you, I realized that you weren't there. The religions of the world were knocking at my door. Like an angelic harp, the chaos calmed me. They damn near broke down my door, however. I should really get back to them about it.

Your Tears

I looked up at you. Even if you weren't there, I could feel you. I could see you. The evil of the world backed off from around me when I looked into your non-existent eyes. I just wanted to be safe in your arms forever. I wanted to cry. But I did not need to… I saw a single tear dropping from your eye, falling upon my unworthy flesh.

Jagged Ends

Like a few serrated edges on a knife, I just could not fit seamlessly into your grasp. I tried to be where I didn't belong.

Quotations

History always tends to repeat itself. No matter what. It's just how history is. And I have lived this day before. Seen these tears before. I have kissed your lips gently and set you off to sleep in your own world whilst I sit here and gently appreciate the beauty of nothingness, the simplicity… the form of your formlessness.

What Is?

I make a grasp at it, but I can not hold it. It is the Incorporeal. It is the lack of space therein that makes me so wish for more. I grasp valiantly into the air, hoping to get it… but I wind up with nothing. I am pleasantly surprised. For I am lucky to have nothing, when I could have everything.

Embrace

My passion was caught in that one last kiss. As I put you to your eternal rest, my formelss form, I speak to you in hopes that you will hear the praise that I so laud you with.

Praise

"Oh, sweet creature… do you know just what you are? Far form a creature. The words which my mind may feed me would never be enough to accurately say that which I must say in this short time that I have with you. I can only beg that you never leave me. I know fully well that you shall… but a fool can hope, can he not?"

You are the Evil.

You are the opposite of that which is so yearned for, yet I reach for you in the nights when I am alone. You are the Evil, but you are the Good. The outlet for my words does not exist; will you hear me?

My Compass Points South

"Through a simple genetic deviation in the human gene pool, it seems that, by some lucky coincidence, the inventor on that day was, indeed, existing. He made many navigational devices. He was not a cartographer, but he did make very neat compasses. Quite possibly the most beautiful you would ever find. And he never made a flawed one.

One day, I walekd into his shop, and bought a compass from him. It was on sale. Absolutely beautiful compass. Had a gold surrounding, and two words engraved on the bottom of it: "Listen Close." It was a very profound statement. Well, I think so. It's guided me to this day.

As I walked out of the shop, the compass did a very strange thing… it reversed. I took it back in, and showed him the compass. He said that he saw nothing wrong with it. He said to just follow the advice on the compass. I took this knowledge to heart.

Now, whenever I feel lost, I look at my compass, and listen to my heart… my compass points south, but my heart always points north."

Truth

Without you, I am me. For you are my converse. You are that which I want, which I do want. Without you, I may live, for you are my life. Without you, I may see, for you are my sight. Once I deny you… I can truly live. You are my everything, but none of you was ever granted to me.

Catharsis

I cleanse my thoughts of you, in hopes that you may never return to me again. But just who were you? Formless, why do I push you away?

Misanthropy

It's been years now. I sit at home, chalking the days since up on the wall, hoping that someday you might return. Without you, I just…

Fade into Nothing.

I have crossed the Rubicon. I'm no longer waiting for you.

Are you waiting for me?

riddle me the answer my dear

please just give me a sign.