I'm writing in airwaves.
There are undecipherable codes in everything.
Mirrored, cracked and broken.
For circularity, read inevitability; for inevitability, read circularity.
They say opposites attract but I think that is wrong,
similarities are magnetic like gravity.
Love; a case for love.
Seek solace in romance.
The lark ascending with a sword.
All the trees start to walk and the rivers start to talk,
but only through manipulation of the mind.
Digital manipulation.
Some tides don't turn, some things never come back.
Tone-wheeled cyclones.
We'll be floating in the air, describing nothing.
Everything just melts away. Alone in the precipice.
Exploring infinity I realize I exist purely in metaphysical disarray.
I love you. Love me too.