"Come back! Come back!, like calling to Jack"

“Come back! Come back!, like calling to Jack” (May 2022)

Laying in bed tossing and turning, astral realm reunion is all I’ve been yearning, Willy Wonka emotions churning, “holy shit am I now learning”.A timeless bond.. Abra-Ka-Dabra wand, shoulda-woulda-coulda.. still can.. hippie-van to Burning Man.

Can we just re-write the ending, I know you can feel our energies mending, generational ancestral traumas we’re both attending, daily meditational love I keep consciously sending, no space for 3D fish in the sea vending, my egos negative thought patterns are bending.

Through this dark night of the soul experience I found you, “Violet Violet!”.. you suddenly appear to be turning blue. You’ve been my catalyst to rapid evolution and surrender, till death do us part.. almighty loving contender.

A new earth it’s happening.. serious energy shifting, unconsciously drifting.. uplifting.. higher self message gifting, endlessly sifting. Harmony and balance together once and for all, awaiting Great Gatsby Ball, cuz baby steps.. follow your intuition before it makes sense, Yin-Yang fence.

As I continue in limbo to hold space, regurgitating memories of us just won’t erase, a multi-dimensional love craze, psychedelics amaze & some daze, but mostly “Yays!”, K-horse tranquilize, humanitarian sterilize, “shoot I’m just crazy in love guys, all cry’s…”.

I daydream to intimately connect, coming forward now open-hearted and eager to protect with vulnerability fully erect and third eye to detect. My sense of security is broken and I’m breaking out of the matrix of self-harm.. there sure went my charm, we were starting to enjoy each other again and inside it makes me feel warm, head over heals in love.. feeling so out of the norm.. like all of the goons in a fraternity dorm.

“How did we get so lost?", a life I now choose to pursue at any cost & the Bridge has been crossed, in love and so utterly worldly lost. Our separation has been a Carousel from hell, One-to-Infinity spiritually here to tell, black hole mail.. hold tight.. don’t bail.

Your side of the bed has always been left dead.. enough said, apocalyptic ghost town, remembering old upside-down frown, several years and no wedding gown, let’s change that shit and bring this thing right back around, so hurtle the mushroom mound to my harmonic sound, and become unbound.

Take my hand now it’s been too long, “too infinity and beyond!”.