What is it?
a wild longing that our eyelids might open some morning upon a world that had been re-fashioned anew for our pleasure in the darkness, a world in which things would have fresh shapes and colors, and be changed, or have other secrets, a world in which the past would have little or no place, or survive, at any rate, in no conscious form of obligation or regret, the remembrance even of joy having its bitterness, and the memories of pleasure their pain.
Who is invited?
you and me together, fighting for our love
What are the rules?
Let yourself go. Pull out from the depths those thoughts that you do not understand, and spread them out in the sunlight and know the meaning of them.
Strictly by invitation only. If you want me again look for me under your bootsoles. You will hardly know who I am or what I mean. Missing me one place search another; I stop some where waiting for you ♡
See yourself on stage, inside-out. Tangled garlands in your hair. Of course, you are pleasantly surprised. Softly, he said, "I will mangle your mind".