Ex[is]t

That state of unconsciousness that should envelope me by this count of tick tock awaits, it awaits my endearing call. It is to make its presence known with fashionable lateness. "Shall we?" so pretentious a phrase, even in passion it sounds ludicrous, unless uttered in mockery. That stream of yellow desire dissects the wrinkle on your emotionless expression. You cuss like an educated convict, festering your philosophies, preaching them to that graffiti and urine covered walls and to that tattooed soul mate of yours. The memories and consequences of your actions of the past fortnight are embedded under the nails of your fingers. There for your satisfaction. Have you satiated your thirst.
Yell, "rape, rape, rape!, they raped humanity and left it bleeding on that busy street in Toronto."

Where everything malicious happens with the sunlight shining upon it, no reclusion of blanketed darknesses.
Shhhhhhh

You might miss the call of duty that comes forth from the lips of those bearded men with young souls residing in those old rotten shells.
The great highness of that ancient tower made you dwell in my conscience, you sat there comfortably, hindering my actions, until you compelled me to intend. So I wrote down those two words that are inked in your bodily fluids. And I came to your haven and I slipped it under those metal bars while you worshiped the certainty that flowers still bloomed, the sun still rose and that life still existed beyond your confinement. I wrote without thought those coupled words that would explain nothing, when nothing is truth; love. When nothing is me.

I wrote,

"I EXIST"

When you become me. You exist within those blank pages of the notebook you promised to fill with prophecies of fabricated apocalypses.

You exist without reality.

You exist within me. I EXIST.
No need for limited explanations, no need for definitions.

I do, you do, simply because it is.