Back to your roots........

talk about the metamorphasis like you didn't see it coming. talk to me about the disintigration of our Edenic idealizations with eyes shocked wide. Flash your naivete at me one more time, with your clever smile. we'll go back there and realize the magnitude of what we've underappreciated and go on with heads turned low, only a book to remind us of the yester-times. and the world will roll on, just like that, unawares, and we'll fall away or stand, swords in hand. and i know how much you love the blade.

"take your hatred out on me, make your victim my head.."

"he loved her as a girl, she dreamed him as a boy.."

"and I forgot to tell you I love you...."