he smiles because he knows, his end is your beginning. you have went to the edge and tasted the poison of the river. it is pernicious but you let it burn your throat becuase his kiss was honey elongated into your tips of your tongue. how many more canvases and seasons would you have spent together if not for somnolence you had taken for grantedz for so long. he brushes away, leaving you incomplete, promoting you to clear your clouds from his overcast sky. you long for only one thing dear girl because you can lie to the whole world, but not to yourself.