Drink, dear friend.
Make amends.
Our dear lives won’t stay till then.
Greet and meet
Have a seat.
We are all but mortal men.
Take your time.
And blend your thoughts with paper, pen.
Separate the domes from pillars to make mockeries.
And you will stand in between infinity and eternity.
The clouds will darken the winds. The thunder strikes the heart.
And we will sing in hushed voices under morbid pretext.
So you can go smoke off sins I confessed.
Integrated in earth, the tears of mine shall reach thine.
Otherwise, we’ll just drift apart like all entities are supposed to.
White symphonies will bother our Grey reality.
Black daydreams will haunt us at night.
Don’t stay here for long.
My company will taint your soul.
My dear, be gone.
This world is not meant for you.