The night is dark and sweet as syrup. I'm thinking of you. As I did yesterday. As I'll do tomorrow. But I'm not going to call you. I am not going to call you.
I don't know if this is right or wrong. I don't know if it counts as avoiding you. I don't know anymore. I just don't know. Asta Kask are singing in my ear. My sister is sitting next to me and Babycakes called me some minutes ago. But I'm no fun to talk to. I'm no good at listening. All I think of is you. Your eyes, your smile, the taste of your tears. I'm no use at all. All I am is a thought directed at you.
I know that this is useless.
But I don't want to listen to reason.
I don't want advice.
I want one thing and that thing is you.
Give me reason and I'll burn it to ashes.
Give me advice and I'll throw it to the deers.
Give me a kiss and I'll be happy.
Just one kiss.
Just you.
My heart beats twice. Once for me and once for you.
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