It's freedom I taste on your lips. A spark of electricity--just enough to send my heart racing. You are not an escape, though you are a rescue operation. No, darling you are eternity. The beginning and the end. Locked away in the towers of your eyes, happily mind you. And oh I, I am forever in your debt. My gratitude is boundless--as is my admiration. I am a surreal being, a figment of your imagination, though you love me no less for it. It is through you that I take shape, and walk among those beautiful living. My mind, you know it better than even I. We tangle fantastically, joyously and appreciate our boundless devotion. I am endless, endlessly tumbling. You are the colors blurring, forming dimension and beginnings. We are the souls, ghosts that haunt, we are the midnight howl. We are. We breathe.