I feel like you’re a glorious mystical creature that I stumbled upon in the forest, dead of night. And I was confused at first , but now I protect you with my life. You’ve become a part of my life. The way that the fat man makes looks at his business as he makes money, the way the bear looks at a pot of honey, the way that a tiny caterpillar feels the need eats and eats and eats until he hibernates and grows into a beautiful butterfly. That need to eat is my need to love and love and love. I am so taken by you that even the mere thought of losing my precious jewel makes me anxious.
No one believes me when I say that my relationship controls them. We are the world. We are the universe. We are a portal you have no access too. We are love. Real genuine love.
Reflections of an Edgeless Artist. 