Mar 05 2026, 02:32 AM

Valleys where shadows lay. Are valleys I'd be in if it were true for which in my world it is. Shadows being my dear soul mate. Covering me with blankets of her gentleness. There I lay within her valleys. She is the shadows that come over me. Mist of a quiet night. Softness and smiles is the nurturerment she warms me with. Affirmations and kisses. Sweetness so sweet for when she clutches me I surrender. Oh how I'm so tired from a long day. Oh how I wish she would tuck me in, hold me tight and tell me she's right there as I drift away. Her words in my ear. "let go, let go, let go." And when I wake to her, there she is still holding me, clutching me. In this world of mine there are no hills to climb. No hike, nor stairs. But floating above the clouds. Because she is the sky. Her cuddles are the everything within the sky. She surrounds me, never ever letting me escape. Nor in this world is there difficulty. But ease at every step. Flying with just a effortless push. It's a place that makes me weak because there is no need to be strong. For she is the one holding it all together just for me. The world I imagine. She holds boulders over me to I won't get crushed. She warms me when it's a blizzard. She is the ocean all around me when I'm thirsty. She is the breeze when the sun beams. No storm will touch me, because she is the storm and she doesn't carry lighting. Just her rainbows and showers. Upon me so I can hydrate and dance within it all. Security because she hugs me over and over and over again. Endless hugs. Forever trapped in this world. It's very real. I just have to close my eyes. 

Mar 04 2026, 05:23 AM

Candles never burn out when you are the incense. Defying time when you are the atmosphere of the room. Far off into the future. Spaceships fly over head. But you are the only machine with organs. Made of metal with a heart. In troublesome times like the great depression. When you are the one standing in the house and I can't find the job to spare us a week of life; your miracles push me to land shots in the dark. In this current world when we are still young but yet very confused. When you come from the shadows for you have found me; my clarity is reborn and we only answer our own questions. No matter the timeline. The parallel universe. Finite curve or not. Infinite dawn of galaxies; black holes and collisions of planets. When everything is in motion. When you look me in my eyes. When you my spin freezes. When your eyes glaze me, when I gaze you. Everything stops. Our poor hearts tremble but where we are, everything stops. No motion, just the motion of hearts. Synth waves of your vocals. Gardens full of neon. We can go a million miles per hour or we can watch the seconds be hours. Our oceans can be storms, and our oceans can be glass. Our islands can be of white sands, or they can be of cyan. Either way. Paradise can never touch what I have witnessed inside of my mind. Your words. Your knowings of what to say. How you know the ways to possess me. Blush and cry. Release myself into your world. Trapped even if I tried to escape. Oil paintings of your writings. Scrolls from your tears. Gradient upon your flesh. Blood that flows with silk. No velvet could even fulfill me because your eyes where I look ever so deeply; is a void that isn't empty. But always expanding. Lighting striking, volcanoes erupting; a wanting, a yearning to clutch me so tight when you look back into mine. You are the sage that burns. Everything hug cleanses the air. Your warmth keeps my world warm. Suns in your soul. Moons with it as well. Bright, shadowy, but so fucking perfect. We are ghost that walk along the streets full of vines. For even when such ghostly town is just our castle. Because our fruits grow when no one sees. For we make love, when no one sees. Our kisses are our little secret. Our world is ours and we will merge. When we do, emotions. Waves upon waves. It's sincere with it's floral. Forest where we go and run together, forever and forever. It never ends. Because we are immortal. Clear skies in our minds. Clouds that tower. Majestic mornings where stars touch the oceans. Haven on our diamonds. Waterfalls from fountains. Tiles full of pure white. Gold plastered on the trees. Mushrooms with 100s of colors. Moons we can visit with our wings. Can't you imagine? Just us? We get to see our planet. We get to see our sun. We can lay next to one another. We can swim in the seas where nothing bites or hurts. Storms that are full of energy but won't hurt a house. Rainbows every day. Showers like it's spring over and over again. But when I think of it all, it's all you. And you are so special to me. You know this, you just haven't found these words yet but you will. And you will fall into me, and you can't help it. You just fall, and fall, and fall. *blushes*. And you become so obsessed, I can't help but be sentimental. Dreams & Ghost dancing together. 

Mar 04 2026, 03:53 AM

Living amongst ghost are nothing more than dreams. When you are alone with them you hear them sing. Because when you hear them sing. You listen for a long time. Allow the concert to finish through. The dreams will come true. Time has allowed the tide to catch us all. When we watch something we enjoy. We are calm. Invested. But when work calls and you wake up. The alarm awakens. Anxiety follows and your subconsciousness attacks. It may not be avoidable. But I decorate my room with crystals to remind me why I am really living. It's not to go to work and make money. Nor is it dealing with the onslaught of drama. Rather, when I'm in my purple chair burning incense. Thinking about places like visiting Abardeen. Living within the lands of Florida. Thinking about a cute girl kissing just my cheek. Life ends. My soul floats above myself, my eyes are closed and I am locked into oneness. Because when I open my eyes. I am born again. It's proven that when we meditate and enter beyond a certain brainwave. Our consciousnesses does leave our body. Though the difference between actual death and outer body experience, is that when in death our biological systems shut down burning the bridge between this realm and the outer. When we meditate, the bridge between death and life is still there, so that's why we can do it over and over without actual permanent change. So you can experience death without pain, without out fear, without anything that can cause despair or anxiety. Because when you die and live with dreams, you bring those dreams back to earth and the universe will answer the call, but you must maintain those dreams and drum it in your head like a marching band. When you go to work and your boss is an asshole or even a coworker, think of a marching band drumming constantly. Then think about those dreams being the band, the sound, the movement of every march. Because that is living. That's why when I get punked on, bullied, or gossiped about. I hear the oceans of Florida, I hear the giggles of cute girls cuddling me, I see the lights of sunsets during late summer days, I taste the luxury of a virgin pina colada, I hear the engines of corvettes roaring in my mind, I feel the feeling of winning the lottery and then telling my dad, it's time to retire. That my friend, is tranquility. Security. Love within yourself. Happiness at every step. Hike your mountains, but do it with your rainbow. Cry when you need to, but when it's over, give yourself a hug because you deserve it. In the end, there is no end. Ending isn't existent for life, the cosmos is a rhythm. That's why immortality is ever close than ever like jelly fish. Once we crack the code on rhythm in biology, then our rhythm can be constant, never degrading. Some will say it's not worth the jumping jacks to live forever, but we already live forever. We are energetic. We reincarnate or we stay in the celestial. Either way, I want to go to other planets and meet life. I mean aliens are already here. Look at what happened in Las Vegas. Those aliens were caught on camera, it's hard to see because they were cloaked; but they were there. I would be terrified but I hope I'd find away to let it stay with me so we can observe one another, maybe it might leave behind something worth billions like a metal or mineral from a far away planet. I do genuine want to meet an alien as silly as it sounds. I hear stories where their vibration makes humans feel euphoria. Anyways. my point being; fret not for you are present. Be at peace because life is an illusion. Follow yourself gently so discovery occurs. You are forever young and your smile will never diminish even when unpleasant emotions take over. 

Mar 02 2026, 12:33 AM

Your Moon Is Your World. But You Direct Your World To Me. Obsessed You Are.

I looked to the sky tonight. Uncanny it showed me. Realities mingled, intertwined. Mysterious girl I so dream of as you dream of so of me. Something tells me, you looked at the moon as I have or perhaps will in this given time of midnight shine. A feeling over you erupts. Sentimentality rings in to your very flesh. The closest sense of idea is an anime movie like silent voice. You become manic. Antsy, throwing pencils at the walls and screaming at it. "why, why, why" "how, how, how". Not an animal you've become but rather a girl in despair. And you then sit in front a computer. You sigh and think hard. "where do I go to find you?" "what websites do you use?" "Do I have any clue as to where you reside?" And you begin to search. Scatter. observe. Dive through the noise and into logic. Questions became tools. Observation became the compass. Your dreams spoke louder than words. Mania ignited. Voices in your head. Imaginations of me. Needing to know my name. Needing to know, something; even if it's just a clue. Because when that day comes when you find me. My world changes forever. Reading every post. Putting the dots together. Drawings of me. Understanding my behavior, stalking my every move. Ready to strike at the right moment. Ready to come into the scene and present yourself to me in a cloak. For now. I rest waiting for you. Happy full moon soul mate. I love you every moment of my life.

Mar 01 2026, 03:05 AM

Informal Sentimental Dump

When I watch something so truly intimate where emotions flood the world. It brings such imagination to my mind. I finally. yes I know. I finally got around to watching Cyberpunk: Edgerunners. Played the game, played the DLC. Anyways... that scene where Lucy and the dude kiss after he said something about taking her to the moon. It rattled my heart. Lucy is already such women. We're talking about a fictional character here but how can someone write a story and if it's a dude watching, have the female character just fucking attach to them? It makes you lose your mind and to others, become delusional when it comes to romance within the confines of this universe. You feel more alone than ever. Imagination is something. when it's a writer. it draw illusion. but when someone with emotion watches, it brings about emotion. So why have I brought this up? Well first of all. And I doubt she checks this. Or maybe she does? I don't know. I just have feelings for her sometimes. She's the closest thing to what I'm into. Literally. When we used to really talk all romantic and shit when we first met. Oh man she was a hoot! I was literally just being sentimental and she had to announce to me that I was making her wet. Her brain is so scrambled, her brain hears emotions and her brain reacts with horniness. God only knows whats going on in it now because that was almost 5 years ago. We're great friends and all. She's not as anti-social as I am on a "I hate fucking everyone" sense. But she's creepy, unusual, odd and really sexy.  Sometimes when I have a hard time thinking about my dream harem. I think about her being the big spoon and me, the little spoon. And her whispering sweet things into my ear as I fade away. But no, apparently in this timeline I had to be motherfucked. Left with holding my cock in my hand. And stuck on a loop on occasions thinking about her being my girlfriend even though shes so fucked up; she only blushes if I say something during a certain time? I don't know. Me watching cyberpunk and seeing the way Lucy can be affectionate made me think of her. And here I am. On my 5th account on this bullshit website talking to a fucking wall. You know, one time like back in 2021 I had an account on here. I pulled a beautiful swedish girl and my now ex best friend who is a womenizing piece of shit ruined it for me. The girl wanted to move to Florida with me. We had the same interest and everything. One day I open up soemo while I'm about to play minecraft and I see a message. She straight up just asked for my discord so then we hit it off for about 2 weeks until my ex best friend wanted me to push the throttle. Then she got scared and played mind games with me. resulting to an eventual ghosting. Every time I would get a girlfriend this asshole would ruin it for me. I mean I have mommy issues but this guy, he couldn't find help for his. me, I made peace with mine long ago and I don't go around fucking with women unprovoked. But this girl I'm great friends with. I don't wanna even fuck her. I just want to cuddle so tight with her. Shes one of those girls that obsess over cybernetics, collects dolls and shit. One of those rare personality types. But she became "a-sexual" after we met and if fucked me up some. She's still an amazing women to me and like I said, we could hold each other, I could help her learn how to cry again because her brain is so scrambled she can't process emotions normally. You know what gets me though. I have my issues right. I can be a pervert. But I mean, out of all of the men she interacted with. I was one of like 100s that showed her a level of respect. She had a huge following on facebook before and she would get guys like the usual sending their junk to her on the daily. me, I never asked for nudes, never sent a dick pick, none of that shit while these losers that lacked self control turned her off left and right. She even told me she's only into Asian men. Woah! But even one tried to rape her and the other was a loser that convinced himself he could buy the relationship with money. Me. I would just chill with her, watch anime together and snuggle. I'm not tech smart, nor do I have parents with money. But I can show a girl dignity and respect and to me thats all that matters. But all of this fantasy shit about her is a lost cause. She's 29 now pushing 30, a virgin too! Which I don't mind. I don't care if a girl is a virgin, sex comes natural, its not a porno for fuck sake. If we have trouble like it's a golf course, I'd share a laugh before a thrust. So when you had a long day, got some bicycling in, then watch an anime, then get sentimental, you take to a website like this and just ask yourself. Where in the fuck are my soulmates that will blow my mind at every moment we talk? -_-

Feb 28 2026, 01:45 AM

They heard of me on the 5th. Came from Navarre on the 7th. Left with more question on the 11th. Brethern they uttered. Why is it that you seek madness? Why is it, even in the relaxation? My proclamation came from lighting. In this present moment where I stand on this fine peak like moses shall I lay? Cornerstones are making machines. The architecture isn't finite. Haven was born from her roots. My construction debates against any limitation. So madness comes with abundance. Nectar and honey. Why shall I be quiet for this reality is only loud? Odd folk. 

Pioneering it came with obstacles. Years made me yearn. Ghost floating over my head as I lay. Sun in my mind and it's orange rays where there is evening everything no matter. Walls with bricks while I build over it all with columns. For I have dreamt of majesty where a crescent moon sat over head. Gradient blue and purple when the sun retired below the mountains. Pools of salt and diamonds. If this what I have dreamt without consent. Then it is clear to me it's form is available but within this modernity. So madness drowns out distractions. I am alone with moons. Allowing myself to breath in a world where crows whistle and katydids sing. 

Gardens and their fountains. Autumns and it's characteristics. Houses abandoned and their odd nature. Towns where vines grew over traffic lights. Flowers blossoming over the concrete. Sounds never to even touch this place. A library where I sleep. Diaries of the thousands I shelve for no being would touch because I am the only one within this world. Alone. Because when I am here. I am not truly... alone. Rather with the true ghost that don't haunt but dance with me while a song by Sandy Mason plays. Perhaps following, Frank Sinatra. Oh how this quite moment be so grand. Gold fell from the sky and we played within it all. 

So I beg the question to the odd folk. Do you imagine something so true? And it is why when you come back to me on the 20th, you understand my imagination. You understand why I am here typing this. How beautiful. 

Feb 26 2026, 02:08 AM

Evening the Flower of the day that sinks below the horizon. Mountains where the gold comes down from the heavens. Peaks that surreal the vision. Humid wind where no cold comes. For it is a summer of nights. Midnight feeling as if a steam rained down from clouds yet none exist. Emotions from the scenery as the nights falls upon the land. Katydids chant in waves. Lighting bugs flood the sky. Crickets string tunes. Lovely as it all is. Tides are felt from the sea even on top of mountains. Lighting within lonely clouds off in the distance sparkle. Nights creeps in even more. Even with all of the sound. The stars you see silence what you hear. Every living breathing moment is felt so deeply. Falling into everything. You close your eyes and you hear the waves on sands. Volcanoes spewing lava on lava rocks. Owls that hoot along the pine and oak. Close your eyes once more, you see visions of other galaxies. Hear the noises of space. Black holes colliding. Stars being born. Planets orbiting other planets. The gravitational pull of moons. It all happens every second within every breath. Our minds go in many directions while the universe has it's ways of movements. And it never ends. Even when the universe ends, it never truly ends. Islands in dreams. Celestial light that comes from them. Water so pure, every taste liberates our anxious bodies. White Bleeding Hearts with the Marigolds. Daisy with the Tulips. Lavender with the White Sage. Sandalwood with the Dragons Blood. Rose with the Butterfly Bush. Wind with the waves. Breeze with the storms. It all makes sense. When you close your eyes. When you take in that mountain air. It all comes together. For no currency could buy such an experience. 

Feb 25 2026, 03:41 AM

Forever the shadows upon the winter land. Snow of the beyond imaginative. There stands a single lamp with it's dim light as the roar of the blizzard winds commeth. Darkness falls upon the world where the trees stand with their towering heights where the branches seem of death. Gothic in it's own. Still beyond. Liminal land where the flowers will grow. But the time isn't now. The time is to feel the very warmth of a lamp where I stand under and light glows upon my soul. Darling I utter to you. You are the fine lamp I have just explained. A light, no matter how bright. It glows. It warms, And it tugs at my very strings. Where my heart beats with strength. Rose Quartz I proclaim. It's funny how we are spawned into the cosmos. Mysterious of the mind. Our very consciousnesses. You question it all and insanity follows behind. Yet in this very moment where I stand under you, your light doesn't confuse me. But your soul comes into mine. We mix together. Crescent at every glance. I can only stand there. I can only hug what I can feel. And it is you. Where ever I go, even when it's dark. even if you aren't the lamp that sits alone under those trees. Your light still shines upon me when the darkest of darkest clouds stretch to the infinite. Beyond what the eyes can perceive. If we were born in a time where the world is a cyberpunk. If we were born in a time before a computer was conceived. It all would have not mattered because the only reality that would have, is the fact we can touch each others flesh. The fact that was can reign together under the temples where the paintings cry to the floor with their brilliant scenery. Spring every day. Summer every evening. Evening upon the cherry blossom. Sunsets over the blue. Grasses that sway to said summer breeze. So when I step forward and push. You are there behind me with your hands pushing my back so I can continue walking forward. Pioneering at my best, crushing my very own records. And it is you that came to me from the forest of shadows. With a cry, a giggle. "I'm looking for you" The very first words. You always walk around, questioning me if you're too crazy for me. Even if you are crazy, I wouldn't care. Crazy is like the colors of stained glass. Clouds that toward upward with their painted cotton. Crazy as if your waves are huge but never would hurt me. Crazy because you build walls upon walls of expression. Crazy like pianos that refuse to stay quiet but I don't mind at all because every key is just astonishing. Bricks with their own symbols. Own colors. And as you came out the forest of shadows. You came with a diary. You opened it to me, and blushed while looking away in fear. Sang songs with your own vocals hoping my ears would remain opened. drew me from the many dreams you couldn't stop dreaming. again with your very nervousness. My heart only opened its arms so you can move forward into them. In these times I picture you have a very eccentric room. amethyst decorative I take it? Incense that burns for hours. Songs from a record player that goes on and on within the background? Some candles. Plants like vines? Wouldn't matter what room you are in looking for me. I know where ever you are. Your eyes are mirrors of mine where we correspond with our souls. Windows that go into the infinite. One day. One night. Our cries will be loud. When we finally meet. 

Feb 24 2026, 12:00 AM

Destin in hours of comfort. For she is the form. Cuddle could spell all of the words. At ease. Ever so peaceful. Threaded with love. Deeper than a Navarre. It is the very healing. With it's pure touch. Essence but forever beyond. Anxiety never to touch my shores. With her warmth. Eternal the waves come forth to me in close delicate hugs. Storms for it is not what she plays upon. Rather it is showers with it's majestic. Flesh of the stars where they always surround. Touches where they forever stay. Misty mornings and infinite mint upon my spine. She wakes before me and watches me follow. As when I open my eyes there she is. Smiling. Tugging me inward. Into a world that is hers where floral overthrows chaos. Inward and ever so close. Emotions. Waves upon waves of them. Lips gently on each other. Even in such a freezing place, it is her heart that glows with it's furnace. Petting my head, smiling once more. Pyrite dazzle. Clear Quartz of forever clarity. Red Jasper in her veins. Carnelian of such a smile. Eyes be my gravity. Hair so trustful and honest, Sodalite she is. Attached never separated. Bonded, fused together. Tight. Tighter. Tightly. Giggles from her be the candles of Cathedrals. Kisses be it all of it all. Oh so Hymnful. Deep breaths from my very tremble for the moments to moments be so intense. Her power is cycles of the orbits of galaxies. Her universe I am forever trapped. One in which even if I left, she makes sure no such thing to even take float. Sense of security. Sense of no escape. Roses be with the blueberries. Tulips be with peaches. Butterfly bush be with the Leyland cypress. Moonglow be with the Spartan. Privets be with waxleafs. Cherryblossom be with the Oak. Yes. It is as is, as it is the perfect bonding of our souls. Our roots touching, our tight hugs so together. Chemistry and the emotions. Emotions. Islands with their bluest of blues, for sands so white the sun gives way. Breeze upon the palm. Close my eyes once more and I see more of her, giggling, smiling; moaning in comfort. More kisses that spoil me. Never ever letting go for our hands our together. Hearts beating together. Falling into her, never to ever leave. Moons of trillions soar into my mind. Her light, her darkness. her mysterious soul. Surrounding mine. Forever we cuddle.

Feb 22 2026, 03:10 AM

Furnace summer over all of the green. Thunderstorms came by of it all with the humid weight. Passed away for some time and what remains is the evening glow as the vapor is the airy oceans of thick. Oh but beforehand when the dark clouds approach, the rains and it's most generous breeze of coolness touched my very deep. For storms of their magnitude have their souls in the form of green Aventurine for when they approach there comes a swift relief as if dimensions of chill and ice came to the lands in it's most dignified presents of relief. For commeth the nurturer when you shelter inside where the air conditioning closes in on you as you lay there in a bed of light cloth. At first when you take the blanket as it's 65 degrees F, your flesh is greeted with a cold blanket but the chills run through you as you have now escaped the titan of heats. Then when you rest for some time, you are of harmony of the cold for it is the winter imaginative; for when the summer is so heavy you fine a haven in a dark place. And when I think of a women of my dreams, if an emotion were to describe her it would be in alignment with this very decorative text. A sense of comfort, release, relief and pure security. For when the world burns in it's own; even when she comes to your side. All suns burn out. What remains is the cuddles of breeze from planets far and wide. Stars so mysterious for when death comes to collect; the very stars are angels traversing your soul into light years of majestic. Celestial. Waterfalls from clouds. Rainbows among the moons. Oh glory for it all is not of it, but glory for it's richness of a cozy tune. Melodies echoing forever seen the eyes of even the much confused. Wind moans into those empty temples where humanity never again laid an eye of any of them. But as the paint fades, the wood breaks, and vines climb the walls. Mountains sing the long ago vibrancy for time never defined them but the mist of mornings were serenades like fleets of sailboats. And see comes to my side and says that my sugar is all but heights. And my refute would be for she is the silk of trillions of oceans where the waves are the hormones of pianos. And those very pianos with every component never be the machine but organs of giants. The giants being the sounds, the harmony in their upmost truest. For even worlds where infinite islands come with presentation, the harmonious never dies but lays. For she is it all. With every breath of her gentle ship. Warmth of threads. Blue Calcite her soul. Rest she whispers to me. I close my eyes and I hear the crescent of her forever heart. Her feminine of nights. Owls of the closeness and mysterious. Watching over me, keeping me close. Immortal the closeness we are for there is never an end.