he found a planet with beautiful land, flowing with milk and honey. he landed there softly and sweetly. he had high hopes ( Read more... )

you're the clockwork behind my energy and vice versa and if i could cry i'd be tear stained because of all the distance except i know there's hope and euphoric dreams to come and i love the way we communicate and we can, always, despite all odds. you're the meaning of the definition, as it were, of my continuing refinement, of my lifestyle, of my ( Read more... )

this is a page from an automatically mechanical journal of just one of his many personalities ( Read more... )

falling asleep, falling through immaterial darkness in a spaceship, and falling in love all feels exactly the same, so natural and unnatural and sure and unsure. this is the reason our hero loves to travel to the most distant of unknown reaches and to dream. he misses her so completely that he becomes his longing, his actions perfectly embody his ( Read more... )

there's greens there's orange there's teal. there is darkness. there is kindness. there are only thoughts and dreams that arrange it all. there is silent thoughtless quietness. there is thoughtful silence. there's reds. there is the palest shades of lavender to the darkest. there are values. there aren't any values. there are absolutes. there are ( Read more... )

when he feels overwhelmed with a lack of light, his glittering eyes shine even brighter and the stars start to be warmer around him. he cuts through the darkness of the glass ceiling around him. he drinks water that has no light in it. he maintains his perfect bravery. sometimes suddenly the diamond stars around him shine especially impressively ( Read more... )

our hero loves traveling to distant far reaches. he loves the feeling of the unknown, and of not knowing where he will be next. he loves in particular the fact that nobody else can know where he will be either.

spaceman's enemies haunt him only when he's lonely. since he cannot afford to be afraid of either loneliness or evil, given the nature of his lifestyle, he smiles warmly toward oblivion.

when transcending space or time, traveling in space starts to resemble dreams, while dreams are similar to space. it's dreamy and dim, and shapes form in the darkness, which are beyond his control, beyond mind control, even though it is his mind making them. his subconscious isn't sure yet that he cannot have her. it makes her be there a night, and ( Read more... )

if time was metallic, it wouldn't be shifting into seconds ( Read more... )