a beautiful girl can turn your world to dust
just a little note of convalescence to say that as I am looking closer I am stepping away. I want to maintain perspective whilst losing myself in the detail. I got another crush and I am chasing it in the only way I know how. I think to myself that it can only be an improvement on nothing at all. Advice from a friend; just do not respond to the psychopaths, let them drift off as if the worlds had never met. I still snatch at my lust like a child and the delicate glass bauble collapses in my hand. Pain would be a relief from this torment, but I know it is not coming. Is a bicycle a symbol of freedom for you? I wonder, is it for me? Where are you riding to Camille? I'd never thought of it as anything more than a mode of transport. It took me to you. Directly. A vehicle of self exploits, a manipulator of space and time.