alright. then i won't feel love, i won't feel pleasure i surrender completely to life's turning desires, to its breathing, screaming fleeting elements, because we have- we only have so much time. and with each passing second- tell me one thing tell me that with each moving moment- whether we are slowly living, or slowly dying tell me that life's enough to feel all its blessings only skimming along the surface of your skin tell me that if i let go that if i breathe only the fresh air of atmosphere after this two thousand year war that the years looking backward would be worth tears shed today fuck this buddhist bullshit. the truth is that i love you, i mean, i would love to love, you, all of it and if each passing second, each fleeting moment, we are slowly dying i want to die together i want to hold your hand and run, knowing that we are both running away from some incredible impending doom and that despite what ever happens in the end we will close our eyes knowing that we had it all 
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