immortality.

fuck a pen and a paper. 

fuck the megapixels on this screen.  

i write these entries on your skin....

as my fingers maneuver their way around your flesh. 

as my lips, kiss your essence.  

as my flesh, presses against yours- soul to soul.  

ink fades and papers vanish.  

megapixels distort and messages get lost. 

but, i have engraved the most sacred and realest of my creations on you: your mind. your spirit. your soul. your corpse....

and because of this, through you I am immortal. 

-all those years devoted to building a time capsule to keepsake the art, all along he was it.