Just wait ‘til we’re alone together and I’ll show you something new, something [c]old, something sleepy, something of cease and peace, and the long bright curve of space.
Banish them, refuse to speak.
Leave them. Go upstairs to your room.
I will be waiting for you. I will surround your bed.
Close the windows, so that none will ever again be able to enter.
Posted on 15 July, 2012, 3:01pm. This post has 1 note.