Remembering BOO

the closest I ever got to god was you, take me to the deep forest and shoot me in the head, or hang me from a firm tree... life is lost to me... terminal and finite...

Mercy Love and pleasure are found in the Esoteric, the possibilities that might have been... that partly co-exist with your personal present reality... are you "conscious" ? are you sure about this... ?

joy and Grief are holding hands in total desolation with no way to get back to the place they left... misery is endless...

Life is Agony and torture that never relents... the Joy of life is finally understood in the last moments of existence...

Death is the friend who followed you silently all these years... and only now do you realise the End is closer than your Birth...

so long sweetheart you were my only one, all that is left is the countdown to the last gasp... then we maybe meet up again... I embrace Death because it gets me closer to YOU...

My tears sank the Titanic...