Love for the Void

It's been awhile since I have another dream in which I disappear.
In the end, it doesn't even matter much. Some might argue it's for the better.
Bit funny; it's always those who argued against the very notion of it who turned away the quickest.

Anyway, I got to stay sharp. Recovering from this silly cold sounds nice for the next step.
That's just how I roll, one step at a time. Of all time, this is not the time to be a cripple.

As for love, well there's the enigma. Don't we all love the vagueness of the void, the thought of circling that fascinating black hole with innocent curiosity? Infinite in mystery is the beauty of paradoxes.