Mental Escapology

I want to spend the rest of my life everywhere,

with everyone, one to one,

always, forever,

now.

Isolated elements swimming in the same direction for the purpose of understanding,

no sense of absolute corruption

and still pursuing impossible desires,

beautiful inside my head forever,

alone, yet together and in love.

The committed lovers,

the spontaneous lovers,

in search of nirvana,

in search of reality,

in search of oblivion,

the detached lovers,

the compromising lovers.

Failures, the judged, lost souls.

Considered, stubbed out, forgotten.

The acquired inability to escape

the eternal, the battle between good and evil, dwindling hope, the tears of Jesus.

Something must break, for the love of God, the history of pain.

 

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