can you paint an elephant?

- he asks.

no, it's not easy.

you know you can wait for ages.

time is contagious,

every thing's going old.

we were blind, 

when we needed to see.

we were deft,

when we needed to hear.

this has got to die.

this has got to stop.

this has got to lie down.

- he says.

holding hands.

why don't you feel all the sorrow?

sing with me,

if it doesn't mean anything to you.

you know, 

it is love that taught us to lie.

we live, 

to die.

you can hold her hands.

explain to her your weakness,

so she'll understand.

stand around,

ask her what she wants.

please treat her well for me.

- he says.

thank you so much for replying with a just simple fucking

wtv.

- he says.

that's the story of you and me.

dear friend,

i know our story has come to an end.

i have to put a desclamation point to it, 

even i didn't want it.

only the creatures of the night will harmonize with me.

i missed you so.

how i wish i want you to know.

that's the story.

the joy we had,

the pain we shared.

i want to hold your hands,

once again at least.

i want you. 

i want you back.

i remember that December.

still i do.

i miss you,

old friend.

rest in peace, Melissa.

- he says.

getting tired.

of being actually alone.

- he says.

unknown satisfaction.

be my dream,

i am addicted.

i want to go to places in my head,

where i have never been before.

- he says.

changes.

i may not have character.

yet i play roles during the day and night.

mirror reflection?

nothing.

complexity?

must.

you and i,

we are the same.

ohh yes, 

it is inspiring.

but we are exactly not.

again, 

on the mirror.

what do i actually see?

i can't just justify all these negativity.

i know it's not only me that changes everything.

- he says.