My Gemini Is Woke

Seven and ten, seventeen living in a casket, being old, but never getting older living in a cave mansion.
Looking into the photo mirror  seeings your deepest regrets as time pass away in a subconscious hyperbolic dome.  
He had his number one prize.
And publicized it.
Now things are no longer the same.  
Standing over the Cliff of Dover.
And all of a sudden I find myself jumping over…
Falling into an abyss of emotions as a logical rock, tainted the emotional water with strong logic, disrupting the beautiful and peaceful flow.
In the words of splashes of water, nature speaks to me.
I see what my problem was. I am trying to be understood, but with a deep mind like mine. I don’t want to be understood. I just want to be love. Yes, I have my own love and happiness and no one can ever be your happiness, but I do desire closeness and beautiful moments so immense we get lost in the atmosphere around us. My mind is already made up and it is steadily growing, I just want love.
What you never know is what you can’t see, but what you see is all you know…