There's a dark forest within him. I don't know if he'll escape, but i'm in. Sunny, rainy and misty days i pass there.
There, where even the agony is so sweet; where the winds trouble the two. And an elusive net becomes unbearable; revolting. And me still yearning for it. Nothing more alcoholic than the tears.
The two continue their walk. Partially apathetic. Starring at whatever they can. Glancing the other for an instant.
They walk and they laugh and i kiss him. I love him. In my refuge in him. There's a stillness so beloved.

01.2010


Then:
And we still laugh, we still shall kiss, we still love. Only us.