Looking inside the ground. Yes, there’s you. There are stars running like they were escaping from the orange and happy hell. And there I am climbing a cracked hard chocolate mountain, because hearts decided to stop bursting flowers, and keep blowing every thoughts bomb that was being inlaid in our cracker corps.
That’s us. I was killing you. You were there, my dear witness. The beautiful blood of your body was the quite drink of my soul; was the strength of my fist, was the echo of my desperate scream. This is the star of our love. Don’t you see her? She has her own life. I forgot you were not here. She just looks at us. I won’t open your eyes.
Sparks all over me are making me cry, because happiness is sometimes wild and devastating inside us. Only sometimes. Sometime I’m here watching you on the tv, oh, no, it’s my mind, and there’s nothing to do with my mind. It’s my heart the one who’s gone, I guess so. Is it you?
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