Somewhere on the other side of this wide night and the distance between. I am thinking of you. The room is rurning slowlu away from the moon.
This is pleasurable. Or shall I cross that out and say it is sad? In one of the tenses I singing an impossible song of desire that you cannot hear.
La lala la. See? I close my eyes and imagine the dark hukks I would have to cross to reach you. For I am in love with you and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
