5 August 2012
I am vacant. To be vacant from my senses is to wield the blade of my own fate; relentless, it stabs at my longing of your embrace. The softness of your touch that once gently fell against my skin as a feather falls from the swan to the earth... true softness did meet the hardness, offering such atomic affection by design. For that which has been conditioned, moulded and pounded by the elements can only refute, to lay rest, and not to reach nor embrace the majestic descending wonder until the winds of change does blow its cruel fate upon the earth once more.
The earth does not grasp the feather through fear of its heavy grip and burdening touch and all possibilities of altering what is sublimely beautiful beyond all wondrous feats of engineered perfection.
To Be Vacant • Opuss № I