These are the generic memories of the lost loved ones, whose flowering souls realm, seemingly between orchid fields. Abloom, transfixed in a mind and the bodies of a thousand hearts of memories and moments never forgotten. Our sprouted praise.
But at times, instead of loss, to make this emotionally distraught, distracted within a solitude and never ending grief, so insurmountable our ambitions, desires, and passages become also that critical ending point. Where roads and along roads, only deep, shadowy mountains above cliffs our hands can’t reach, and we are falling.
Falling beyond the solid skies, searching deeper for answers as far from this scope of human mind. We are left incomprehensible, our ears covered, our voices mute. For the cruel and cold force in nature is unexplainable.
And we feel the tragic, morbid that derails the logical thoughts and courses in life. Pottery, and the destiny afterthought, a dark river stream leads us bewildered in a cold flow of mystery, but we shall be frank from this seclusion to grieving pain. For it is not a sufficient remedy for the memory of a love lost experienced.
But we should cherish the beautiful moments we share our living lives and never forget the thousand cities that we’ve explored as we walked on the starlit public streets of Atlanta, Georgia. Sharing sweet, tender kisses and smelling rose mixed with smells of a thousand lavenders. Like a fresh bloom amid a garden who were tunneled with sprouted love and we can make spring this our beginning. And as we sat staring at the edge of the sunset, heavily fixative above the ecliptic mystic moon, a pearl of sweet splendor, that floats above an infinite silver night sky, that could never be an ending peace and joy and happiness for us.
We were inseparable, and we still are. Two attached hearts that beat that life, as if you were still here with me. And my heart is a blue, free, open sea, drifting, drifting. Drifting into a sunrise that will make 50 minutes amount of pain I feel alleviated though, for my heart was a flower spring since life’s beginning, and I must fail on court to reach the soul of the sublime shore.
I love having a lady, and I will be loving you into eternities forevermore.
These commentaries are recorded by Prison Radio.