Jonathan son of a gun Jolly and free cherishes and busy Smiles of the sun

The anchor to our burning passion buckets of drops– dripping down– taking away our pai… refilling us with buckets of desir… we are chained

I guess the only Source of Light you have walking down the long, an… invisible droplets of winds.

Suckerish Sick Suck Gibberish sunk in You hold me in feverish sage-d out going without

Broken Not the fallout of a love affair but the flare of a lunacy Like werewolves on the bloody Luna plena

Her death wasn’t entirely her choi… says the fresh purple bruise on her temple right above her left… She was drunk before getting knock… says the malodorous smell of her b…

When you don’t return my reach and stayed shut close, That’s the blues. When you lose your motivation and wandered for a destination,

It put me to shame How dumb and stupid I am Living with zero death threat (Except for a few health condition… With food to eat–

I’m scared. Scared of the journey, Scared of the blustery winds, Scared of the bitterly hastes, Scared of the uncontrollably, and

Ode to us to our future, to our lives, to the distance. The huge gaps between us

'Wish you were here’' Next to me– holding me– behind my back– in the afternoon–

Some might say it’s a weakness He, who walks away Is it not a weakness to laugh at h… Fighting through the darkness Carrying a name of a runaway

Why you? and us two? Well, my boo... This is true– and it’s for you.