Traveling through the depths of Her being,
In love corners of expressions,
She tricks me into believing.
I follow with eyes blind and emotions fleeting,
Leaving the world behind.
I am intoxicated and dysfunctional,
Legs unsteady, shaking with anticipations,
That never come true beyond my imagination.
I design a world for Her to visit.
She arrives when my longings are highest.
I am fulfilled by my own embellishments.
Reading impressions of sophistries',
I lay in wait for fanciful pastimes,
Creating beauteous holographic realities.
When I still my fancy, I hear Her voice.
She quietly recites, "Valour, dear one, valour."
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About Me
- Vashti
- Trodding through the years of looking for me, led to the caverns of knowing that me was something more intricate then the design I had imagined I was the artisan of.