Food for thought.

I love how anonymous all
Are in the sky. All are insomniacs, all children are home,
Where are the adults? Who are the cities that gleam likes hope in the dark abyss.
What is no and what is yes? Lets all ignore the impending need to forget, we could all die
Hand in hand. Then what is my cordia gesture to you. Your hand missing from my own is like an emty shell. Hollow and hoping. I will never be afraid to question, and rebel against implementation. I will never be afraid to crawl inside your heart and haunt your every thought. I promise that I there, already. I imagine loosing you to the horizon and cryptically smile, debilitating and paralyzing I would give my good grace to a tortured sea. In searching for yo I find the empty that I hate
I know your eyes like they are the dark,
I want to find them now.