Monday, February 10, 2014


The epic saga.
I don't think it's over.

After all, nothing ever truly ends.
Well, until the last person you knew says your name for the last time.

Then you end. 
Unless you restart somewhere.

Butterflying and hovering over some other there.
Energizer bunny-ing over all the things

Green space and sand dunes.
Sea scapes and cratered moons.

But then you open up a new bag of cherry flavored craisins
Pair them with a chocolate covered coffee bean

And breathe in the hope
That both names linger on lips longer than life

And that in another time
 Her perfect hair won't make you ill
 And His perfect power will amount to nihl.

Because a post-apocolyptic world does suit you
And zombies don't scare you
And nightmares keep you awake
Because sleep is silly

And breath is nice