No way
I wonder if it really is you causing this deep distrust, or if it is this self that has regained a fragment of the complex that is finding its way back into my spirit. I thought it was gone for forever, boy, was I glad, was I proud to be rid of it, to have replaced it with real, immaculate, violent and undying love for you, all that you are, all that you were, all that you will be, but…
it has once again returned, evoking in me a sense of familiarity, forcing me to find in zeal that comfort, that companion, that loyal friend, but…
I see beyond its ruse the threatening fissure, the abyss of absolute nothingness, the dark—without you—and…
no, there is no way that I will be without you, there is no way…
that I will be without you.
