I fear I’m a relic of all that is past.

The world moves at a rate far too fast, I’ve never moved like that.

Romance replaced by situationships, passion for a pic.

I live in a world of magical dreams and fantastical love that never ends, delusional to be sure.

Passion that transcends just the physical, it penetrates the metaphysical.

To be in me you must know all of me. What some freely give I hold dear. There’s no judgment here, it’s just me.

I’m thoroughly antiquated, and that’s what I’m meant to be.

© Elysianlivy