Flicker

Flicker.

A request from the comforts of a mattress stuffed with cascading secrets;  seeking for innovation and desperate to set the past ablaze. A bon voyage to the poor soul who's time on the earth has been short, yet memorable. Branded as a survivor with flickers of flames in their eyes. Let the new one be breathtaking, let it provide new heights and provide new lessons sprinkled with experience. Let it come by it's own volition, seeking to establish a foundation of nothing more but truth and passion. Let it taste like hot caramel, with the ever slight burn of whiskey  No need for validation and toss moderation out with caution; let the fires spread and consume the path. Unbridled expectations. insurgences are welcomed to resuscitate the last of two beating hearts. Charmed by insomnia, providing guidance for creativity  to flow out of fingertips. Induced with the morning serenades, and midnight songs; an understanding of  fleeting moments and vague memories. Holding the flag of independence  while claiming sovereignty  of that which it cherishes. Beguiled by that condemn as extraordinary and unique, consumed by the noise, both white and dark. Establishing moments of silence when enclosed in confined spaces. The healing and nourishment period is coming to it's close and witnessing the nascency of the age of effervescent.