But what if the wind comes?-a love story
But what if the wind comes, my darling?
what if if it comes while we sleep
while we dream of things too beautiful to be seen or percieved by our eyes
what if it comes to take away these we have together viewed and made real inside our minds eye? what then I ask while these images of beauty and these feeling of perfection are ripped from my body
Then I reply, I shall make anew these which I have lost.. these which it hath taken from me
but what then?
then I shall awake and turn them into things that are real, so all can bear with them and feel the beauty that I have felt
to make real the perfection that is not perfect, the thing that is felt while we sleep
while I walk through this red forest and all the beautiful things I wonder, do I have too go to home? to go back to the earth which I know? for this mars it much better.. I love it here... and I ask myself
but what if the wind comes?
and I answer my love will be there to guide me through...

Adam shall be coming over... we will spar and exist... I'll beat him bad...

is it possible for me to go even more insane than I already am? this concept scares me and I want it to go away... someone please help me... I'm kinda dieing inside every day that goes by...

I had an awesome day today with jessie