there were times, i had that little dream of mine.
to somehow finish the task of making water and water work.
i never succeeded in it actually, failed greatly with a great shock.
been drown back to the disorder, dissonance, self-destruction.
tried to grab till the end, tried to replace, tried to forget, tried to
cut my wrists out, tried to drink and run to the other side of the
universe. did any of that work? surely, not and i never satisfied.

i can write down a whole bunch of essays, why it is so fucked up.
why, being that naturally on the opposite sides, we are so much alike.
why minus and plus will always equals as zero, leading to annihilation.
when there is nothing else, even you and i are coming to non-existing.

there has been thousands of years, passed. or maybe just some nights.
you were never there when i called you, screaming out the it of your name.
i would rather die, than admit that i do actually care the hell out of that mess.
i never had a chance to say those words. i never had a chance to retrieve to you.

we might keep different names, histories, different blood, different entities.
but might it be thousands years again, i would never forget that even in this
there is chance for us to be holding hands and share those definete moments.
stupidly strange, distorted, romantic, subtle. somewhere deep behind the eyes.

i can not stop thinking, my heart will tear me apart. beating, beating, beating.
...
are we destined?
might there is be no destiny, i would write it down again for you.

and.
i almost forgot, how the poison of Scorpios is getting down to you. fastly.

am i ravishing?.. i would ravish, rave and reep for you also.) here and now.
we are eternal.