I am in love
with an idea.
That one day
I will find you.
After a thousand years
I will rise.
The space in this void
will eat itself
and I will be full.
Of what?
I don't know.
But these wounds
they speak to me.
They tell me
to be very still.
Girl you are walking
a thin thin line.
Kiss the boys
and make them cry.
I'm in love
with an idea.
Deny, deny, deny.....
-Written November 16th, 2011 (right now)



