Sounds of the universe

On a mission, to petition against all rules. Finding and following a path, away from the confused. Let's call a truce, forget about those memories. Lost energy. Expectations of synergy; working together, for a better forever. This isn't a four page letter, more like a novel, to keep you reminded of everything novel...fresh, and new. The things that I model to you, are only mere connections. Pure thoughts, one after another. Keeping each other like they're brothers. The feelings that I feel, written from my finger tips. Images I see, encrypting themselves in my mind and heart. In which they never believe in separation or being apart. They exist for a reason. Smells, tastes, sounds, circle me all around. Sending messages to my brain like synapses, waiting for me to relapse and find the reason to find a pen; to listen to the words that flow like waterfalls. On a mission, to write away pains and keep my happiness up like Viagra. No blue. Just red, electric red in fact: my passion. my love. my writing.