Coming through, pardon me

I swore that I'd start updating this and defy all tumblr issues... tumblr is a disease, dontcha know? I don't understand this reblogging nonsense, aside from the nifty pictures I see every rare century or so. Communication has become such a process of incomprehension, unpardonable touches, informalities, and the like. So what happened to expression? To more than just speaking and hearing, but listening? I'm hearing, I'm listening, your lips twist and pout and form letters of hieroglyphical messes. Do you want me to understand, God? What brought me here in the first place was your "by the way," your uphill clawing, your laboured breathing into my nose, granting me life. A gift above all, I cannot accept this, may your way be blessed and fortunate. Let's escape this, craft an upward spiraling tunnel below the stars, above the sun, and beyond the galaxy. Cliches and grammar rules may wrench my throat apart but in your gaze I falter. Pardon me, I see something beautiful.