Every step I’ve ever taken has forced me to experience a sudden and violent flash back to a life I’ve never lived and a life I’ll never know.

When I run a blur of intertwined realities meld together amidst me to create a psychosomatic omniscience of creation.

If I whisper I forget who I am and see colors that would drop king’s to their knees in envy.

In the morning I awake tied to a chair in the center of a room illuminated by the fears of people who have never existed.

When I breathe I become overwhelmed by the heat of a never touched parallel passion and on every exhale my body becomes more sensitive.

I only hunger for those who escape innocence and I only thirst for those who return.

I slam bleeding fist into a wall of redefined acceptance relentlessly motivated by unseen certainty to keep my temptations at bay.

At night I am released and sleep silently in the ash of everything I’ve destroyed as a symphony of forgiveness is carved into stone above me.

It is in all this that I am given solace.

It is in all this that I feel alive.

It is in all this that I’ve defined love.