thank you

it takes time to digest but i can see the picture now: the sandcastle i built myself in your washing tide... funny, considering that, i should be the one running for the hills, not you... meanwhile I am still throwing the last of my pretty gifts into your black hole, they dilute so quickly... it's hard to listen when you are waiting for the right answers, map books don't help in the 4th dimension, especially when the person sitting opposite of you keeps on morphing like an LSD-induced cubist nightmare... could it be? has the spiral come full-circle again? is it time yet? nevertheless, either way, i would like to thank you. Thank you for killing that last bit of futile idealism. It was becoming a drag anyway, this obsession with the impossible, to outgrow myself. Because you cannot fall any further if you are lying flat on the ground. It's safe and at least the cold concrete reminds me of what my heart has become. you don't need to protect yourself anymore, at least not from me. the road through my chest is a one-way



"you do this to yourself, you do, you and no one else, you do it to yourself, it's true"