Lorenzo St. John, to me,

you're my whole damn world.

all my empty dreams,

that little church

in the french country side

yes, in the middle of a very lavender field

im waiting

to hear that absolute truth

so, tell me.

please.

life's been too cruel,

i'm in the kitchen every night-alone,

not dancing by the fire,

playing on broken strings- i can never fix

nobody to watch me

grow old and gray.

luv,

please find your way back,

brave those oceans

sail past the sirens

back

into my arms

kiss me goodmorning.

my little less than a century

of pain and

loneliness

starts

for- you're gone

kiss me before you go

i feel this eerie paradise,

im scared

that

you wont be waiting

on the other side.

do i have everything?

"Passport. Passport. Nightstand."