So I ask myself, Holy ‘diot
What have I undone?
Skinned deep down high depths
Striped to the bone
Head to head
Back to back
Sixty nine nights or 399 blog posts
Won’t light up a frightened crab
Then maybe a novel could do?
Anything I do, I do it for you
I could use drugs and lie down till death
If nothing but you kept me alive and writin’.
Only you and you and you
As long as we communicate
These letters through your mind by your eyes
Whos eyes I love,
Are heart beats and deep breath
Everlasting vows of blessing and intense time trough life, gathered together.