the name

Love. A powerful creation leaves me
Lethargic. Fastens me. Pressures me
With each deep breath. Indulging in leftover pieces
To give myself another reason. To hold on.
Listless, yet another emotion I state for you.

Evolving. Inhaling a sweet recipe of ether and elation.
Somehow it is all glorified in you.
And I keep on idolizing. Building that gold piece of
Star, which you sit atop.

Only by meandering on do I become obligated
To coerce myself back to the present.
To paint you as I once saw you.
Blurry with an error all over.