I journey to you,
for my impulse thrusts me in your direction,
the entire world turns idle and I find myself involuntarily seeking you.
The fear of forever, which once hovered over me with redundant intimidation,
has suddenly turned into a fear of nothing at all.
This voyage is that of a submission,
independence versus euphoric bliss,
I am little by little slipping away and into your pocket seams.
With harmonized breaths and your force coiled around me,
there is no doubt I could stay in your hold for another solid life.
For the single way to be wrong is to think I control this,
evident by the incapability of resistance by my tie-dyed emotions.
Yet the taste of your being has ascetically filled my emptiness,
setting my organs afire and shredding away chunks of my flesh.
This is an unanticipated aberration that combusted in the sky.