A part of me longs to form a bond.
A bond so strong, It involuntarily phases in and out
Of the spiritual realm.
A bond, that makes death nothing more than a checkpoint;
Thereby materializing, growing ever-stronger in the hereafter.
A part of me sees this “longing”
As nothing but wishful thinking;
The floundering of a mad man anchored to the bottom
Of the deep blue sea –
Drowning, desperately trying to hold onto something –
Anything – to keep me afloat;
Leaning on “hope” to make this far-flung dream;
– O.D. ©2020
Art by: Gydw1n