Of the time spent in this life,

I have realized that the intricate little mystery called time causes certain things;

In this constantly relentless over-lapse called life,

To become dicey things.

These things become,

Henceforth,

Unhealthy.

Such unhealthy things,

I have thus begun to conceive,

Do not sum up to the worth of that intricate little toy that can grasp a child's attention.

However,

What shall one do when those things,

Deemed so unhealthy,

Are the things that have someone so entrapped,

That a second thought to such an accusation seems to scream at one through some distant conscience nightmare?

How then,

Does one go about releasing thyself from such a toxicity,

For which has a veracious tenacity,

And come around to being a quantitative variable that has explanatory responses full of benefactors?

This is the cause,

Essentially for have been being brought into this life with a shadow being cast over ones mind,

A shadow that pries open the eyes and envelops them in an overcast.

This shadow relinquishes no mercy on its thenceforth,

Intricate mission,

Gives no choice in but only seeing variables as clear as a day with no rain or cloud,

Not allowing the wisps of wind to steal away the demons of that such relentless life.

Anger with those who have been entrusted with such a destiny,

Whose responsibility was to not let such a shadow be cast over the light of day,

That anger,

Is expected as the disappointing waves of consciousness come crashing down,

And the shadows show one the darkness that hides in every light.

It has come to the conclusion that the only light that ever embraced such a challenge,

Where the shadow for once could not bear sorrow to the sun;

That gleams down through the streams of thoughts that question mysterious things,

That light,

Was an emotion.

This rare experience in faith is love.

To be clear,

Such an emotional is being capable of relying in a self,

Though to have experienced such a rarity is reluctant and acknowledging,

For when one tries to calm a self,

When the horrors of reality come crashing down around them,

And the surface of recognition is too far for your breath to reach,

By thinking of such an emotion,

They make us feel stronger no matter how awful we feel,

It in itself is to forget everything that ever mattered,

And remember it all at once.

Like amnesia's sway with the tide over your heart compelling forgiveness in tragedy.

It is such a brightness that it relinquishes the fears of loneliness that confine you,

It is the beams of sunlight that breach way past the surface of our oceans and wakes the consciousness there,

Enlightening on the inevitable possibilities of the future,

Embracing the embargo on which we sense the impossible and make it a dream,

A dream where their name replaces the gravity of existence and hold us captive in its riveting aura.

Such an emotion is freeing,

And I thank my past experience for giving me the capability of feeling such a thing.

It took me a while to realize that I had to become lost only to find you again,

But I did find you again.

I did not find you yourself,

But I found our remains residing in some corner of my soul.

It awoke in me and greeted me like an old friend,

And suddenly I found myself remembering such everything's.

I remembered details of your face,

Your voice,

Your tones and smells.

All senses seemed to weigh down on my memory,

A weight that was the pressure capable of stabilizing my self,

Fleeting in such a way where I remembered just how it felt to be ensnared by the world in which you placed yourself in.

Wanting you was like wanting to listen to Lana Del Rey while I drive,

Blasting the sound to feel the vibrations of the melody the way you had shaken my universe.

Like wanting to park and look at the stars just a little bit longer,

Reaching out to such galaxies where possibilities of the future were untold to our past.

Like wanting to dance in that acclaimed cliche rain,

Feeling each drop compete with your fingertips across my skin.

It was like questioning reality for the first real time,

For all things ceased to exist with you around,

All trinkets and overlaps's that were warped around an unhealthy toxicity,

The things that weighed us down at the ocean floor and made us forget what the sunlight felt like,

You were the breath of life that cut the chains that held me down,

The remembrance of your love brought me to the surface,

Back to the world I have once so intricately gotten lost in.

You allowed me to experience losing track of time with you,

And in those moments only your eyes,

Touch,

Sound and presence were the things that mattered.

It was an utter devotion toward you,

Body and soul,

Heart and mind,

That I was lucky enough to experience,

That was a part of all those things that made me,

You were,

In the brightest of ways,

The one thing that made all perspectives enlightening,

And even though you are gone,

Still continue to do so.