Maybe it was because you and I were listening to the same song that day, our moods both seemed to reflect the same fluorescent shade of distain that was accompanied by the balloons I bought for you, they were black, you don’t have a favorite color, I knew I should have just bought you flowers. I remember you saying cigarettes aren’t the same without chocolates, our own language devised from everyday items to create love letters that wouldn’t offend the “public affection” sensitive of my eye” do people still use it or am I the only one? Strangely inaccurate compared to the addiction my eyes have for you, an apple does not fit into this metaphor however if someone overheard me say “you are the heroin of my eye” the wrong picture would be instinctive.
When you look at musical notes what do you think about? In that Radiohead song Thom sings to high for us to sing along too, we will always miss out on that high score, Julian said “that two can be complete without the rest of the world” in reply I stated “there is nothing I want more than to be alone, alone with you of course”. He couldn’t hear me, I assume he is in New York now, if he knew you like I do he would agree.
I don’t think I have ever been able to draw a circle remotely as good as you. There was a girl in camouflage and she declared that god couldn’t create man in his image, we are created in the image of Satan, I don’t know if people understood, she wasn’t very descriptive. According to the grapevine when Lucifer was cast from hell the first sin he bestowed upon man was vanity.
I am beginning to enjoy the smell of sugar atop my coffee cup. She wanted to get his name tattooed on her, he has left enough scars for her to remember him, fate told that story through childhood, it wasn’t my favorite story however, I have felt obliged to tell others, no body ever laughed.
If you paint over these words then they will be hidden, but only in your room.
“And now my heart is shattered,
I can’t even try when it matters”
“About the Future” Yves Klein Blue
