high
im so high
im missing u so much. you take two forms in my lie. you are the water and the smoke, the smoothtalker and brutually honest. moving in mysterious ways that i understand only too well. if you were around i'd complete your sentences and walk in your rhythm, but you're so weird, you decided to give up on it when it was at its zenith. god only knows why. you're decisions must be fine for right now. for tonight. but when you're sixty, you'll think like Yeats, and remember the good times when you are old and grey and full of sleep. remember that one girl loved the pilgrim soul in you; and the beauty of your changing faces, untill she died and joined the stars in the sky. i think i paraphrased that pretty accuarately.
yes, this is for you. YOU . the one who's reading. you never have the guts to leave your name or your intentions behind, lest i find out, huh? but its not like i dont know it already, dont forget, i know my psychology. i know what you're thinking.
fuck you, and i hope you're fucking happy right now. while u still can be. before you realise u made the biggest mistake of your life. perhaps we'll be able to talk then, i'd liketo help you out.

haha
yeah, you. its more than you imagine it is.