we do things just to be rid of them. be still. take rest and comfort a little while. lips stained purple from the wine. never ending delights a lie...
memories real or imagined can haunt you all the same. im tied to forms as they are tied to trees. do you avert your eyes as they swing in the breeze?
surprise, my darling... its been so long youll say to me. or maybe so long youll say to me. it must feel good to be loved. ive got mine, youve got yours. surprise, my darling.