I Will Walk Heavy, And I Will

Through All The Windows I Only See Infinity.

Quick Note Here: If This Crush-slash-swooning Stuff Is Hard For You To Stomach, If Youve Never Had A Similar Experience, Then You Should Come To Grips With The Fact That Youve Got A Tv Dinner For A Heart And Might Want To Consider Climbing Inside A Microwave And Turning It On High For At Least An Hour, Which If You Do Consider Only Goes To Show What Kind Of Idiot You Truly Are Because Microwaves Are Way Too Small For Anyone, Let Alone You, To Climb Into.

The Thread Has Snapped. No Sound Even To Mark The Breaking Let Alone The Fall. That Long Anticipated Disintegration, When The Darkest Angel Of All, The Horror Beyond All Horrors, Sits At Last Upon My Chest, Permanently Enfolding Me In Its Great Covering Wings, Black As Ink, Veined In Bees' Purple. A Creature Without A Voice. A Voice Without A Name. As Immortal As My Life. Come Here At Long Last To Summon The Wind.

My Interest Is In How Meaning Is Communicated Via Language, And I Believe The Shape, Positioning, Even The Color Of The Language Has An Effect On Meaning.

Maybe You Saw Her First? Caught A Glimpse Between The Lines, Between The Letters, Like A Ghost In The Mirror, A Ghost In The Wings?