To Change Skins, Evolve Into

I Will Not Adjust Myself To The World. I Am Adjusted To Myself.

I’m Restless. Things Are Calling Me Away. My Hair Is Being Pulled By The Stars Again.

Too Late For Changes, Too Late Perhaps For Explanations And Ideological Webs, But The Love Goes On, The Love Goes On, Blind To Laws And Warnings And Even To Wisdom And To Fears. And Whatever That Love Is, Perhaps An Illusion Of A New Love, I Want It, I Cant Resist It, My Whole Being Melts In One Kiss, My Knowledge Melts, My Fears Melt, My Blood Dances, My Legs Open.

I Prefer Empty Cages, Sabina, Until I Find A Unique Bird I Once Saw In My Dreams.

I'm Sick Of My Own Romanticism!