Spilled Ink

jhayjhaythejetplane:

I want to lie down, with my shadows unseen,
yet somehow cast against the ill-fated stars
and dream of a better exposition
to our doomed romance.
With no velocity, we will surely crash
into the land of the unconscious,
but with my back faced away from the night sky,
I will revive the remnants of my will and dream
with such a high intensity that maybe the pieces
will animate itself
and rise from the depths of my mind.
If the night sky is an empty canvas,
then I’d fill it with your hues
and call forth every bit of matter that you consist of.
I’d bid them to materialize and watch you unfold
in front of my disbelieving eyes,
and for once I won’t have to see you
in pixelated distortions.

When the sunrise illuminates the entirety of my room,
I want you there next to me;
I want you there
endlessly.