getting high and mumbling german fables...

I don't care.
I don't care anymore.

I feel lost.
if I lose you, I lose a part of myself.
what else matters?

do I want to see you?
yes.
do I want to see you?
no.
do I want to see anyone else?
hell no.

do I still enable you to let me feel this?
this insanity. why do I allow myself to give you this power?
why do you visit me now every night in my dreams?
why do I still cry to sleep every night?

when will it end?
will I find peace?
more importantly, will you find peace?

fuck.

don't leave.

hold my hand. those fingers wrapped in mine.

wait.

just wait.

only this moment matters.


when you forgive your imperfections
and you've auctioned all your clothes
and you look to see your true reflection
you will be the one who loves you the most.


she looks at me so fearlessly
and I take it all too seriously
but it all becomes so clear to me
and makes me understand
I believe she's mine.
she's mine.
all mine.