Permanence and a perpetration of the layered psyche.

You were a tattooed holographic of all things sensuous and beautiful. A lacerated pamphlet of emotions torn and haywire. Of life, whizzed by a statue of David. In a moment of coupled solitude and of death captured in serene moments of tranquility. You were here right then, and there the next moment.. and all around me in a channelized hierarchy of mind-numbed euphoria. A layered embodiment of psychedelic and Utopian dreams sterilized into a fiery shot of tequila, salt and lime.

Or. I thought you were.

You are now the dismemberment of senses and the paradoxical breakdown of sanity. A scream above the rest. A manifest - indomitable, yet relentless. A vortex of an eternally cliched mind game and of all festoons passe. Of all the senses that we have shared and the souls lying threadbare. You are now the string that binds me to sordid flashbacks of hollow melancholy. The shadow of the person I thought you were.

You are now. The death of me.

I sincerely hope that you will be the limelight of all battles conquered and of all victories won. The right turn in everything righteous. The screaming torso of the Vitruvian woman who never let go. Of all thoughts arcane. Not a tear left to feign.

You were, are and always will be. The other side of me.

As all is fled and all is done, so lift me on the pyre,

The feast is over and the spirits are down and the wedding lamps expire.

When I am dead and over me, bright April shakes out her rain drenched hair,

Though you shall lean above me, broken hearted,

I really shall not care.

For I shall have peace and bliss, as leafy trees are peaceful,

And when the rain bends down the bough,

I shall be more silent and cold-hearted,

Than you are now.

Thank you for everything.

P.S. Guess what? :)