Past and Present become one as the final day of escape
is eclipsed in the heat of reality. This is running out,
running in, reality is making a juxtaposition against
the phantasy world I have created where you and I can once
again be natural and real and in love, even though our
paths don’t have to be the same. I wonder if you think
about this kind of stuff. Im in love with the happiness
we had, and I’m in love with the time in my life before
my self-destruction, which now cannot be reversed. Adonis and
Aphrodite have “happiness”, but we had love. I pray to any
God there is I can feel as safe and happy and free as I did
and still do you with you.
I’m a thinker, baby, so why don’t you shoot me?