THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
My dreams are long and complicated, deep in dark and endless cities and full of a thousand characters I can no longer see, most of whom I fall immediately in love with, some of whom cause absolute excruciating pain. Sometimes I am me, sometimes I am a boy.
And as the rainbows faded, we were bathed in a white light and practically exploded with joy.
It's getting complicated, you exist practically everywhere to me.