Like the traditions of wedding days, I refuse to see you before I commit to you fully. I am sowing my royal oats, exploring my wildest demons; I long for your midnight strolls, your schizo town and…you never stop! It never stops!
The sandpaper pavements, the scent of crazy souls sayin’: “HALLELUJAH!”
I long for your hands and feet, though tired to move, I am crawling at the mercy of my knees to meet you once more and never let you go.