To touch but not to feel.. to be constantly on the run to be constantly on the chase, to have one emonic target! to have no recollection of your target.. to undress when it’s cold just to make a point to go to bed early just to stay awake tonight, all night and every other night! to Love the poets.. love them within a dream.., love them while you walk through the fire! to hate the numbers, Hate them! to mumble numbers all...

How could I ever talk to you about this treason my love... this tremendous sin, this abomination of loyalty I reflect on silvers and glass? How could you ever understand? my love... How could you ever relate and forgive this sickness... In what words do I start and what sobs do I end?  my love.. And how could I ever ask for a favor? For I've been touching what I shouldn't my love I've been offering my youth to the evil......

It's the most common things that make us feel royal. The most childish acts that make as desired. The silliest gifts to swear we are loyal and the sweetest ones we once were denied.