There is no other.
A thing that could last,
and what do you think
of eternity?
Deny all of your measurable tendencies.
For me.
For you.
See the inside;
search.
Do not leave me to disintegrate.
Would you like
a romantic picture
filled with complete nothingness?
Understand the emotional suicide
to understand anything else.
Do you not follow?
I live in an english bubble.
I am dressed in a box of instability.
This is me.
This is you.
And for you
I would die.
Without me
can you stand to breathe?
