I wish we both were breezes/winds and not trees rooted at different places. It would have been magical to whistle together and spread life wherever we went. I wish we could have flown and blown together.
Finally the 11 PM thread holding our joy together snapped too. No more waiting is to be done to hear and tell moments during the day we missed each other. No exclusive sq. ft. left for me. A dead heart beat that's all I am now. That's what I always have been.
You have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for truth, hideousness for beauty. You would marvel if, owing to some strange events of some sorts, frogs and lizards grew on apple and orange trees instead of fruit, or if roses began to smell like a sweating horse; so I marvel at you who exchange heaven for earth. I don't want to understand you.