Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have."
-henry rollins
Viskārdinošākā ir tā mīlestība, kurai nav izredzes īstenoties. Visu mūžu tu domāsi par tiem agrāk pateiktajiem - nē - vai ardievu, un tu nebūt tos nenožēlosi, bet tā nerealizētā iespēja vienmēr pastāvēs kaut kur visumā. Un ar to pietiek, lai neaizmirstu.
Visvilinošākā ir tā mīlestība, kuru tu jūti caur saviem pirkstu galiņiem un strauji joņojot tavās dzīslās, līdz bilde zaudē krāsas un ausīs skan tikai tu-duh tu-duh, un šie sirdspuksti nebūt nav tavi un nopūtas arī nē. Un tikai pēc skaņas tu atrodi meklēto un tikai tauste tevi satur realitātē. mīlestība, kurā var aizmirsties.
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