Jabber These Pretty Words

Jabber.

Everything lost in an evening of wonder.  Dopamine clogging brain cells, eyes as red as a rojo crayon.  Drifting, dreamy, somber skies, enhanced by the light of Sirius.  Existence of the second, where death doesn't trod, where hate seizes to manifest.  

Climbing, towering, oceans of love pour abundantly over a soft serve of desire.  A sweet tooth for the most bitter of atrocities, the most sacred of swords.  My tongue halts.