Oct 14, 2007 12:57
I have to believe in a world outside my own mind. I have to believe that my actions still have meaning, even if I can't remember them. I have to believe that when my eyes are closed, the world is still there...
I have spread my dreams under your feet.
a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
...it's like we weren't made for this world,
though I wouldn't really want to meet someone who was.