I have found myself. I have adorned her. I rest in this infatuation. I lift my spirit and take the pen from my mouth. As soon as it finds the space for creation, I am free again. I live in my imagination. I die intermittently. I scarcely eat. I’m in constant pursuit of the purest water source. I feel my chest rise and fall: I rest. I close my eyes and listen for my love. My heart commands my head. The inter-workings of my mind are readily obedient, awaiting orders, eager to please. Love dictates the movements of my physical form. My imagination tells the story as I live it. When I speak this story aloud, it comes into being. It is hardly magic; but is the powers bestowed upon my species. My kind is rare. Most bodies move stupidly, dumb to their desire, mute to their destiny. Most minds have been disconnected from the heart’s yearnings. Mostly, love is rotting here. I run around frantically, trying to pick up the pieces and stuff them into my chest swiftly. Before they dissipate completely in the possession of the lifeless body attempting to offer what they themselves do not possess. Are you certain that you love me? Can you locate the source? Because I think that you’re a liar a thief. I think you’ve robbed yourself. I’ve witnessed love die in the center of your eyes. Murderer! You thought you go away with it, this love of mine. You didn’t know that I was there the whole time. You were too young to remember. Do you remember when you’re love was taken? Do you remember dying, because I do? Every time that I lift my pen off of this paper, I murder my love. I die inside this place. For love is no longer alive here. It lives only in my imagination. I am relentless! I will manifest love! I will bring her to life. I will suffer. Do you see? Do you see what is required of the imagination? Of the body possessed by it? I feel pain everywhere. I am comforted by it. I know it is true. A world without love is pained beyond imaging. But someone had to imagine it, or it would have never been. Was it you? Did you build this place? Did you manipulate and deceive? Did you redirect the energy of the soul from individual destiny to the screen? What of your desire feels real to you? Does your so-called love nurture the desire of yourself? Does it inspire creation? How could you possibly know what you desire? How can you know anything with certainty? Who are you speaking to? Truth is made. To be created in silence. Love is patient. You are not kind! You are obedient at best, deceitful to yourself at worst. You enact violence to display strength. But I am not fooled. I see you naked and cold. I see you underfed. I see you confused. I see you abandoned by your own love. I see the truth. You are weakening by the second. You are closer to death than you’ll let yourself feel. You feel nothing. So I will feel it all for you. I leave a trail of paper butterflies everywhere I go. My aim is to remind you. My destiny is to remember everything. I recall this natural phenomenon by doing nothing, needing nothing. Breath feeds me. Water keeps me breathing. Love guides me. I walk through the night often. I fear nothing. No one sees me. I do not exist. When I return home, I am weary and enlivened. I am willing to fight again. I am ready to speak! I dream. I send these majestic stories through space and time, to a place where no one has dared to go. Slowly they build upon hope. They begin to evade your reality. They seep through the cracks I have made throughout this world of your creation. They are growing at an exponential rate. Soon they will swallow all that you see. With the truth invested in in this perfect body of mine, I will flip your knowing inside out. Dreams will take precedence. Love will take control. And you will surrender like an exhausted child to the world I have imagined for us all. I cannot go without you. It may consume time. But the prospect of eternity excites me. I will wait. I see her for the first time. Sapphire blue eyes stare intently. She is leaning on the wall. She is not far from me. I hold her curiosity. I wink. I drop my gaze briefly, but only in my wildest attempt to tease. I look up eyes first: I beg without saying a word. My chin follows. I will never again chase love. I follow. I wait. I manifest desire. Love comes to me. She moves across the room clumsily. When she is close enough to hear my heart beating, she speaks.