The Unending End

We stood on the heads of dreamers

The same dreamers that spoke in eternal whispers

And guided heads and hearts.

We laughed in the middle of the story,

Threatened our senses with wonder

Bruised our hopes with the hard edge of experience.

These were days kissed to the stars and soaked in the fever of expectations.

Days where we found both ourselves only in the flippancy found in both malice and love.

The shapeless breath of thought

But time in its madness engulfed every glimmer and stole away in cycles

Only to flood our memories with nothingness

Bake our blood and bones

And purge our souls into the sublime ether of reality…