Wait for me once; as you fall asleep keep me there, and I’ll try to be there, to dream with you an eternal sleep – not one of death and destruction – just of our escape, only our escape of a sinner world we once loved to hate as it sold us sort of value and faith.

Just wait for me; as you close your eyes, let me be the last scenery that fills your world as we expire, and through our imperfection we’ll seek to find our perfect alignment with nothing tangible if not everything.

Wait for me, please, ‘cause I am getting there as fast as my mortality allows me to, from solid mass to become nothing less than an idea, a belief, that not even the weakest part of me could deny that I deserve to be there, to get to you before we leave… ❤️🙏🏾