Sacchirine promises, sweet dreams, lost

I: A scientist is someone who endlessly studies the facts, the "why" and "how".

II: An artist is someone who translates their world for others to experience.

III: Both often experience infinite curiosity.

IV: Sometimes one is both a scientist and an artist.

V: Forever searching out the "why"s, and blending their mind to create something others will understand.

VI: Most just want to be seen and understood, as this artist does.

VII: Enter the world and mind of a transmasc nonhuman living in a human body.

VIII: Please understand that all found herein is subject to interpretation.

IX: May your world be the richer for peering through these strange and intense glasses.

You handed me a sweet dream

laid enticingly upon a silver platter,

sang to me sacchirine promises

of a perfect life together.

In desperation for such good,

I took your promises as stone,

I promised to hold you in return,

and you promised to let me.

Now it feels as though

the sacchirine dream crumbles.

The promises decay and wither

upon the dead flowers of my soul.

It's on me for believing

that such a sweet dream

could ever truly be my reality.

That such delicious promises

could ever really be held to,

it's an unrealistic dream

but my soul yearns achingly

for the taste of such a life

without the resonating pain

watching the unrealistic crumble.

A Flittering Flame