You, my friend, just joined us all so you still think the false plasma behind the glass is the sun; and you won’t listen to any of us when we say that it’s an impostor. So when you get too close to that beautiful, bastardly white hot heat I want you to know that you are not leaving us to be forgotten in our loneliness again. People never kiss just to kiss or hug just to hug, they sleep together without care and fight without any passion. But those little things matter. The things you stand for matter. All the things you love about people moving closer to each other matter. It all still exists. It all screams your name when you’re gone. Your ghost will still linger in the middle of bodies not yet pressed together in Love’s white hot heat as they kiss once more in your name. So keep going up. Get closer to your so called “freedom” and never notice that it’s really just a poison you are taking willingly. But please remember, even if you are gone, you will always be needed here.
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