❛ BREATHING STARDUST.
❛ Welcome to the Astral reality, bro. ❜
FIREWORKS of magnifying colours, eye opening brilliant spectacles as the skies clash and SHRIEK in hues of starburst and sunshine (eat me like a cannibal, if only i could let go), swords are DANCING in the starry night sky (the only thing he carried with him is knowledge and Van Gogh). Breathe in, breathe out, let the STARS be your guide – they are your family and your GUIDE, Earth is but a memory to you, your brother is but a memory to you; sing in the heavenly chorus along with the seraphim and archangels, dear comet boy, don’t let the HUMAN in.
❛ I had a friend named like you, it was a she though – Marceline the Vampire Queen was her name, do you know anyone who goes by the similar name of Bonnibel Bubblegum? ❜
❛ uh — similar ? like, something different but ‘close to being on the same spectrum’ similar ? ❜
bruising convictions on borderline transparency, but this illusion is almost too real; if it lingers along the same plane as some form of reality, is it therefore permissible to assume that it is a field of existence ? -— nothing has been providing for the contrary, and its almost disheartening.
❛ i’ve got a prince back home named gumball, if that’s what you mean by 'similar'. ❜
he’s losing his eclipse, he feels, encompassed by raptures of time’s past. solemn neutrality always gives way to the juxtaposition of latent regard and apparent disinterest. smoothed out, perhaps, seemingly so, but contrary to the memories decaying for him, he’s too expanded to allow anything but a relapse. crimson analytical, but silent, muted; heart cognizant of the inevitable.
