A lover's guide to the unknown.

Words paint dripping their way onto the naked canvas, leaking from the wound of a sadly mistaken heartache.

Unwelcomed thoughts measured by sadness, persuaded and pressured by the heartless to abnormally imagine that she would be the one some never imagined.

It was wrong of me to ignore/avoid any given advice that threatened my heart's content and it was wrong of you to play along.

But even when you don't exist, I'm always in love with the idea of you.

But she consistently changes, as often as these pages.

In a glance, at the strike of a lightning's flash dance, her eyes struck twice upon mine.

Her smile was my daylong obsession and a personal belonging.

Once attained at the cusp of my voice that sits heavily at the edge of these old stimulated lips, waiting for a new long, lustrous kiss to spill all of it's releases and urges into the distant arch of this abandoned body. 

And as that sublimely unfolds, moments pass with the past, ageing masks stare silently at the start, words latch onto the last and time subsequently relapsed.

The rain I cried soon accumulated into a small pond and created a lovely oasis of sadness for others to drink from and thrive off of my tears.

I can only pretend to form the character of a hero and bravely hover delicately on a tightrope of insanity and reality. 

That's close to zenith and stupidity for only a certain amount of time.

Until I fall/land in whichever alternate universe lays in your lap. I experience/witness both birth a beauty no mortal ever dared to evolve into.

And I am the invisible interval torn between the two. 

The devil's angel and heaven's daughter. 

The very first time I remember you, you are blonde, and you don't love me back.

The next time you appear, you're brunette, and you do.

After a while, I give up trying to figure out whether the colour of your hair means anything.

The opportunity presents itself by the visual field of the image I pictured, transported from another lifetime, in which I never met you before.

But when all's said and done, I'd rather surrender to you in other ways.

I always wonder, could this finally be you?

And what if you're already perfectly happy without me?

I don't blame you.

I suppose it's only fair that I should be the one to chase you across hundreds of lifetimes.

Until I find the one where you'll finally return to me...

 - from the laptop of...