Love me, please.
It was a rainy afternoon, Beijing. Full of nostalgia and strange sense of calm.
We’re both failed.
'We shall not cease from the exploration, and the end of our exploring will be to arrive where we started. And know the place for the first time'
My soul is weak, my eyes are blind.
The fire that drove me on.
Is nothing more than dust and ash.
The day my friend was gone.
My rotten bones, full of holes.
Skin just holds them in.
Might look like I’m damaged,
but the damage is deep within.
So put your hand in my hand,
and maybe we will forget.
That life had even started,
before the day we met.
It was an end.
How much trust do you have in me to let me into your home? Thank you. Friends.