I don’t believe in being cynical, forever.
I believe in the power of love.
I believe in romance and candles and being swept away.
I believe in crushing disappointment and building a new house together.
I believe in looking through the ashes for memories worth keeping, finding none, and then using the ash as fertilizer for wine grapes.
Your smoke is a new dress and I’m wearing nothing.
Why wave goodbye?
I’m here to watch Rome burning.
The best song I ever heard was written that day, and then lost in the flames.
I can taste the soft layers the years laid,
flavours brought out by smoke.
There is the day you ran to me at the train station.
It tastes like peaches and California grapes.
And there’s the ocean, dripping cantaloupe juice.
The truth is that destruction is beautiful and casual sex is fun.
Let’s start over again.
Let’s build Rome together
