When did we actually meet?
The darkness and your affinity for the candle. Words in the night that ask if I am alright? How could I be....I think.
Is anyone? Sometimes its garbage and sometimes its pure potential.
Sometimes it's a little taste of death....Oh, how tough you have to be....Running with that guy takes no genius...
Yet I am not there. Today we made a pact, a beautiful, implicit, old fashioned kissing pact.
Tomorrow, we are going to take it all back.
We are going to make it one, and I know that It will be me, that sweeps you up and carries you by the sea, like so many have before me.
It's a blood diamond... It's the Kansas in the Wizard of Oz....It pulls at me.
This world or judgement... and well....I don't want to scare you.
You are the most beautiful thing I was ever allowed to touch.
We are going to make it into a collage.. A pastiche....An old Bogart movie...
Its limitless...But something still pulls at me... Those ghosts, those people, those promises in the dark...
What year is it love?
Put your head on my shoulder....We have time....I really hope we do...
Inspired by you JP.
RL
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