I do not feel I have a legacy to protect.
We buy balloons, we let them go.
The seeds of love have taken hold and if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone.
People are afraid to merge.
I laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest- expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there's nothing there, not even a beat.
And as the elevator descents, passing the second floor, and the first floor, going even father down, I realize that the money doesn't matter. That all that does is that I want to see the worst