Anguished Droplets : Paradoxical Transgression

Have you ever apprehended your own semblance outside the mediation of a looking glass? My sincere amatory devotion is my benison to you, a ticket to transgress the cosmic fissures.

​We are ensnared within a demented visionary’s phantasm, one who, in his unwitting ignorance, manifested his subconsciousness into corporeal reality. Reflect: had he but witnessed the sheer splendorous furor, perhaps he would have abstained from staining the parchment with his sepia vitae, this artisan wholly consumed by the cerebral realm, a landscape rife with sadistic deceptions and frenzied lamentations.

​Our existence is a domain of callous indifference and frigid emptiness, utterly derelict and adrift. I vow to effuse my vital fluid for your sake, to reconfigure its intrinsic nature; I shall embrace demise to secure our collective salvation. This juncture presents our singular vatic opportunity, our ultimate speranza. Immersed in your fervent zeal and an inexhaustible gravitation, I am eternally yours. You instill in me a sense of unconquerable potency; this affection orchestrates a remarkably mellifluous conclusion. Anticipate the irresistible allure of this erotic ode.

​To alter the finality necessitates a retrogression to the genesis. Should we survive this ordeal, we shall assume dominion and initiate a renascence. Your rationality has been relinquished, to rend the very armature of chronos itself? Remain adjacent to my being; I shall inscribe a new historical narrative on your behalf. As your manus slowly extricates itself from my grasp, know that two intertwined cordia remain spatially and temporally juxtaposed. Time itself grips my arm; only an oblivious simpleton is ever devoid of trepidation. Remember: I am intrinsically yours.