I, to you, am lost in the gorgeous errors of flesh.
Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
God, how I ricochet between certainties and doubts.
The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.
I believe that one should be able to control and manipulate experiences, even the most terrific, like madness, being tortured, this sort of experience, and one should be able to manipulate these experiences with an informed and an intelligent mini.
With that strange knowing that comes over me, like a clairvoyance, I know that I am sure of myself and my enormous and alarmingly timeless love for you; which will always be.