It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.
You lose your grip, and then you slip into the Masterpiece.
Never make a decision when you need to pee.
We are awakening from the dream of isolation, from the dream of loneliness, and it's a terrible shock.
You live your life as if it's real.......a thousand kisses deep
Please make me empty, if I'm empty then I can receive, if I can receive it means it comes from somewhere outside of me, if it comes from outside of me I'm not alone! I cannot bear this loneliness. Above all it is loneliness.