Vanished from reality, beyond the far reach of our galaxy's outer rim.

Beyond the reach of light and life.

Your nebulous breath gives me a respiring glimmer of joy when your Milky Way words form the constellations in my eyes and asphyxiate my lungs with your toxic vocalization of self loathing slanders.

I orbit your beauty and wrap around your Saturnic essence, blessing me with Buddah's wisdom and clairvoyance with your guru goddess ways.

The formality of our conversation leads to internal perspiration of the lifeless little lycan trying to free itself from my cold beating cell.

I propel myself towards your luminous smile but I'm taking aback by my hideous grimacing grin.

Dark clouds conceal my thoughts of everlasting beauty. But as yin is to yang my mind still focuses on the minuscule glimmer of hope.

I unsheathe my electronic sword from my pocket, the dangerous weapon of chance.

It advances towards a beautiful dream or drowns us both in demise. I deliver a message and it is sent but not yet read. I await staring into the screen of my dangerous weapon. The anticipation slowly devastates my well being.

After my message in a bottle is scanned by its receiver. The guru girl begins write back. Three words, three words unable to be deduced by my pubescent mind.

Three words run to and fro throughout my skull.

But they are unable to escape my sown lips.

"Hello dear! ;)" the message reads, as my eyes scan the message the knot in my throat loosens, oh if only.

If only I can conquer your Babylonious architecture and place my lips upon your astral beauty.

My earth guru, please.

Let me be the moon to your earth, or the earth to your sun. Unsure if you're the one, but my l_ve for you is far from done.