Do you have any idea in all the clusterfucks of ideas what came before you?
Any idea how many galaxies I had to crumble, for the universe to tame me for you?
Do you know what was there before you?
before eyes became eyes and these eyes saw you?
Do you think they miss you that much as to pull you away from me and separate us like they did? I know you're their only daughter, their only child. I do need you to tell Mrs Nature and Mr Time,
that I'll bring you back home before curfew, before the sky gives birth to the rays of a sun with the nerve to even burn you, before the wolves start whaling at 1; to a moon that is years from being worth you (and of course the earth too)-
I'll bring you back before Betelgeuse explodes and Ganymede erodes. I'll bring you back before curfew, I promise.
