It was really quite strange.
all the time you heard me and was too distracted to reflect on the light that shapes you.
on the face of the lake.
and i wanted you to look there
because i never liked my own voice
i didn't think it was worth the attention.
maybe you'll forgive me if i say that
your image has fascinated me always
and i always wanted to share that with you
meet me in the mountains, then.
i promise to last for as long as i can.
I am alive.
I'm alive to the point that I make life. I create life.
I cook life!
And it's all really quite beautiful is the most sickening ways. And I love it because I still don't know why I love it.
Hoping that I will love it and will never know why I love it.
Slowly but surely I can take a bite from the apple of all desires and then throw away the rest of the apple or have it stolen from me by stronger forces whose light so big it blinds my eyes.
But the bite is O.K for now.
and another bite will be there later when I need it, hopefully.
