I can talk to you about the stars and the sun. I can talk to you about Technicolor and the different shades of gray. I can talk to you about the heat from the earths core. Or the freezing temperatures from the vacume of space. I can talk to you about books and their scent. Old tomes with stories of love and heartache. I can talk to you about war and peace. Politics and race I can, talk to you about most anything.
What I can not do is talk of Love and the drugs it exhumes. I can not talk of longing for all the things this world teases us with.
But I can talk to you about desire and suffering. For that is what you are to me. What others are to you. We desire So we suffer. One of many lessons taught by the great master. You know this to be true.
Being low is my greatest inspiration. How sad is That?