Loving incomprehensibly is a life of hell but who's journey has a destination where a depth of love exists which no human language has ever been able to describe.
But I've seen it, I've felt it, I feel it, all the time, by myself. She told me, she touched me, then took it away. This glimpse, something I've never been able to unsee or unfeel. I now crave and search for it, like a mad dog hooked on a scent. This rocket I made my home...and prison. I'm chained to this chair, keys dashed. The gas pedal welded to the floor, my heart nailed on top of it, beating to the revolutions of its monstrous engine.
This solo blast of a lifetime, has taken me to depths of connections between souls I will carry forever. But this rocket heeds not, no matter how much I scream, or cry to stop, or cry...for her, or her, or her. I go too far, too deep, too fast and I'm immediately misunderstood, and my rockets speeds on, fueled by rejection. Impervious to pause, impervious to sloth, impervious to rest.
I can't tell anymore if this is a curse or purpose to show the world something even I haven't seen yet. I sound like a mad man, but what does sanity look like when everyone judges me anyway. So let this rocket speed on. Maybe one day I'll crash into a sun so big I can't go around and not make it to the other side as I try to speed through it. Maybe then, yes maybe then I can sleep and burn in it's love forever...finally.
