Whatever I Want This To Be (NEW)

Time Skips With Faulty Speakers

The moment the gently placed needle landed to skate grooves around the record, an analog memory electrified stereophonic. She appeared again, 17, in his bedroom, a holographic memory he wished gone to replace time past that left a growing distance between them.

                     💔


T̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ Ab̴̦̄̈͐̾̑̚͝s̸͉̻̃͘ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̰̅ͅcě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆ o̷͍̥̣̺͋f̶̭̱̘͇͊͋̾̋̄͆ Wa̴͙͓̓̕vě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆l̵̩̘̯̪͋͒͒̉͒̄ě̸̗͓̱̺̮̣̽͆n̴̝͚͎͔̘̅ͅg̸̫͙̻̭͐͝ț̴̵̢̝̗̰̪̠̹̈́͌͆̑͋͂̅͗̾̾h̵̥͉̲̠̍̽͛̌͂̆̚           


From, “Heart Chasing The Moon”
an as yet poem, story or novel attempting to skirt the cliche, reenvision a love lost, rekindle a warm glowing remembrance.

There are no do-overs as there are no time machines; and yet, we invent fantasy to sate delusion, immerse in illusion and sentimentally romanticize a time when dreams were conceivable goals, rather than darkening reality — stars you will never touch.