as far as I could tell, two years before, was that you had moved on.
Further away than what I thought was possible. I still think that you have.
I still think that you talk through this world in mysterious fonts, with a dictionary at your side, sprouting the anti-christ of blather. All of these things you left behind, all of those thoughts one and a half times around the world... my mind drifts...
Away to the tectonic coast, away from your pain, into a new world.
I'm sorry, I miss you. Lots some would say, the comma is my friend, brings me pause normally before I would say what I normally would. Or what I'd really want to.
The words of your scorn, my love, give me more.
Send whips of opinion, down my back, give me more.
Cause it's you I've waited my life to see,
It's you I've searched my heart for.
