The Chapped Skin of Localized Truth

bewildered, i try to find a chapter in which a comforting compromise is inevitable awestruck, i seek the majestic bookmark that restores that definitvive warmth to my hypothermiated soul i need your warm hand on my heart until forever becomes a limited mute i need the central base of your reassuring vibrations until endlessness develops bruises due to multiple bumps, slams, and crashes a virgin in the dark sitting under the medicinal consumption of a streetlight, i revisit the merciless deluge of parking lot depression i recall your absence leading to a dizzying constipation and a nauseating compression the stubborn tears unfallen still produces a pain obstructing my 20/20 view of the actual reality i once thought that this was how it USED TO BE i used to think that letting you go would prevent you from becoming reduced to me then....all....of....a....sud....den....i....re....be....gin....to....m....m....m....miss....you....... i cannot believe that i see reflections of the tantalizing technicolor i feel when i would kiss you now all i have is my invisible itch request....and....all....i....can....do....is....sadly....and sim...ply....list....you..... in vain and shame for my personal survival to concretely remain my must MYSELF take a frigid dip in Truth and properly....place....the....blame.....