Look where we are now.

In a queer paradise, a nirvana of sorts. The lights flicker honey, but they don't go out.

I've always wanted more, and they've always told me not to ask. So i didn't. But when I saw the stars shine, it hit me that they shine as much for her as they do for me. There's a macabre magic in the light of the stars. Makes you wonder. What are they looking at?


What's it like for you?
Tell me in words. When you shiver, does it hurt?

Wait.
Did you look like i told you to?

You don't have to if you don't want to.
But if you do you would see letters and shapes. What I see. But you would see different. You would use your fingers, long and tapered, to mould your own endings, as you moulded the beginnings. We all did. I moulded mine. Look. Don't tell me, but look. You would see that we have always been running together, you and me. Your leaps being my bounds.

Baby, don't speak. Its not about words. Just watch. Watch the greys and the browns and the reds and the greens. Watch them collide, spill over and spread. Watch as they slide before you. Watch every drip, with fervour rushing hrough your veins, and into yout heart, where it goes on. It only goes on baby, yeah yeah yeah.

So tell me, sugar. Where are we now? Where from here? Say what you say. They say habit wins the day. Victory is what we seek, isn't it? How do we know when it comes to us?

Maybe the stars will show us, if they look back on us.
I'll keep watching. Wait with me.