Cosmic Harvest: Stellarbond

Let's be lovers in Japan. Set our hearts free in the heart of Tokyo, and re-meet in between the sheets that lay on my futon. And land where your eyes land; On each other. I call it the eyes of our island.

At most I'm just... too much. At least, I'm just... not enough.

"Would it be pretentious of me to tell you, I love you? I hope so..."

Do I love you? Or am I just too eager to know whether you'll love somebody like me?

I just woke up to the illusioned thought that I'm in love with you, and I'm convinced in my dreams that I truly am. But I don't know what's real anymore...

I'd do anything to have you to myself. Just to keep you for myself. And I don't know what to do...
I don't want to wake up. It's the only chance I get to see you...
You're everything to me. The unrequited dream. A phantasmagorical imagery, that I crave to see often...
The whole anatomy of your beauty is beautiful. Such a dreamy view. Purely synthetic. I want to get lost in your mysterious physique...
I could live breathing in you. I love your smell. I want to bathe in the sweet fragrance that spells you. The same fragrance you soak your skin in, to invite me to dive in and get foolishly lost in.
Too deep? Or too shallow? Ignore this awkward pseudo. It's not me, it's just a temporary shadow, drowning in sorrow...
I choose to be reclusive, because I just want us to be exclusive. I don't want anybody to have you. I only want us to want eachother...

I love it here. I mean, there. Wherever we are. Whenever you're anywhere near...
You're a myth that I have to believe in.
Can I make this believe or is this simply just make-believe?
Don't ovethink my poetry. Is love arbitrary?
I now realise there was always only one woman for me, and I should have told you about her sooner...
I oftenly thought I found her, or atleast expected her to turn out to be you. But somehow, I knew it was too good to be true.
She has always lived in my mind. I often think she is the reason why I've been living in my mind all this time. All of these dreams that she appeared in before, I remember what they were for... to spend time with her.
I don't want to sleep, unless she's with me... but I know if I sleep, she'll be sleeping with me. So I sleep, wishing to see her...
Please, don't view me as someone who has a super mega crush on you. It has to be so much more than that. Too much. Is it love? Is it lust? I don't understand enough...
This on and off feeling I've been feeling doesn't even compare. It started out as a crush, but then it (it being whatever this "it" is) developed into something more than the norm.
And I am no stranger to love, but am I a stranger in love? I guess it depends on how you view me.
I just hope you view me in a view, viewed as the perfect view. A perfect mirrored view of you.

And I hope these words continue to nourish your soul, so you can grow and blossom into a beautiful, proud, strong woman. But I'm just blessed to be presenced with your essence, and acknowledged by your gentle spirit.

Yes, your whole being is plenitude with beauty. Perfect example of serendipity. Like a hidden diamond found buried beneath the dirt of all this earth, and surprisingly, they were just hiding in your eyes all this time. No one digged deep enough, to find them... to find you. An inevitable discovery.

It's the inevitable discovery of what we would rather not know, but my curiosity leads me to invite myself into these kind of unwelcoming and unexpected predicaments, to find out what I can know about you.

The first time I wrote about you, I thought it would be the last, but you are all I think about...

And I need to do some serious self-loathing first, but it's hard to love anyone but you. Even myself, you know?

Even in this period, I can't stop bleeding...

It's the inevitable discovery of what we would rather not know, but my curiosity leads me to invite myself into these kind of unwelcoming and unexpected predicaments, to find out what I can know about you.

The first time I wrote about you, I thought it would be the last, but you are all I think about...

Meet me halfway or at least "meet me in outer space..."

"Maybe I do talk more than I need to. (Only wanna be with you) But, fuck it. (Only wanna be with you) I like the    misunderstanding feeling. (Only wanna be with you) Gives me something to dream about. Like you... (Only wanna be with you) I love dreaming about you. (Only wanna be with you) And I wish I was with you, right now. (I only want to be with you...)"

"Wherever you are, I want to be with you. Only you. Only you... I miss you. (Would it be pretentious of me to tell you, I love you? I hope so...) You are so stellar to me. A shining star. Wherever you are..."

"Whatever... Y'know I'ma just... shut up..."

"I don't think Conner's strange for making her his profile pic... Keep in mind this is his CONNER profile... His alter-ego.... His blogger facebook.... Bloggers are known to be more open and willing to let the world know how they feel.. I respect this... I wish I was that open... It's not like it's Craig's profile picture... It is Conner's....Conner Harrington I feel you on this man... You have to understand bloggers like Charles to understand that girl being Conner's profile pic... As Charles might say... "Normies wouldn't understand." - Adam

Adam, thank you for peace and understanding.