August 29, 2009

My dearest,

Are you my sunshine, on which an opiate resembling do I thrive and dedicate my life? Or do we both glimmer dimly together, till our courtship a lightstorm begets and we are Apollo himself?

I move in closer and wrap myself around you and the answer don’t matter. We are Apollo and you are my sunshine and that is just fine. The answer don’t matter cos we are just fine.

Yours, ever and always.