when you sleep with someone, you definitely give them a part of your soul.
mine is honestly shredded and left on shelves, but it makes me smile sometimes.
because in return i used to take something for remedy, words, music, things, names.
but as much as i am a material base, i would always wanted it to be things, sketches.

that is why my mansion is full of memories on shelves.
i love to revive them sometimes. when alone, in-through.

again, i thought that i would never love someone.
but i do.

that is funny, how you throw your heart out to decide
which ribbon will better do for a green present box.)
...
winter is the colder, the warmer the hearts are.
that is why these evenings, nights and sunrises are so dear.

it could be cinnamon, ginger, chai.
it could be rose, lavender, camomile.

but. still it's good to be in love with someone
when you've always had to be with no one.

by the way.
you know (do not know?) that i used to breath with the Libertines.
one of my old and long gone buddy taught me it through the veins.

i am glad, they did it again. i wish could go.
but i hate England. w