Oh what a lovely thing it is, to find in you a friend worth laughing with.
For if we stand alone, we are not merely distant and apart, but verily---a noble thing has been shattered.
Like a crumbled pastry in the windowsills, and leaves when they're called home to earth: that's what it would be without you; a soul among many who turns sour to sweet.
I am a lonely person.
I find my piece of mind on the inside of an empty room looking inward at myself, but pieces of my mind are of no use for practicality.
Fantasies are my visions, when I am company of abandon, and I treasure them in my heart while I can.
But that alone is nothing but the dust and the dirt and the ashes of life, if it is all that I seize with my time given to me.
My dreams are my outline, all black and white and sturdy, keeping me awake.
But you are the color, the texture, the value; and remains the priceless value of all.
So I guess that's just super.
