forever in a trance

obstentatioxsly conscious

an aware subterfuge

a state of nirvana

in a trance, a fugue

huge; if the world is mine

but nothing if i lose myself

a victory if i conquer everything

a bigger defeat if i lose a friend

yes, the applause will be loud and the accolades justified

but will it be worth it if i could not wipe away those tears?

end; is just the beginning of another chapter.

we are doomed to repeat all of our disasters

some with each other; some with others.

bound to take self and others to a higher level

while fighting self and devils

waiting for the summers filled with cold drinks and sunglasses

searching for our tears in the rain.

hoping yet avoiding to meet again;

yearning for winters with christmases and coffee.

do i even want a conversation? not really.

there is nothing left to be said.

fixating on fixing the unfixable fixes nothing.

sixty more years and we will all anyways be dead

but;

v live forever in memories

for each other? v will always be immortal

for others? v never existed.

v r a ticking time bomb; a swan song.

an imperfection. a charade. a facade. a ploy. a plot.

so, so long; we are long gone.

just living in each others’ eyes in that moment.

for that lives in the non linear continuum as a definite existence that will never fade away.

and us?

we are forever, baby. we are forever.

your laughter still echoes and has moved beyond space and time

and in that moment, of pure and unbridled innocence, you are always mine.