All these energy, but for?

All hyped up, and nowhere to go.
Don't kill me when you see this please.
I know I said I didn't want to go.
Need a punching bag.

Nevertheless, happy for Ant. And anxious, too.

*
I close both locks below the window
I close both blinds and turn away
Sometimes solutions aren't so simple
Sometimes good bye's the only way
.

IMY,

that somebody out there.

I miss having someone as my own. Somebody I can be totally comfortable with, someone I don't have to be polite to, don't have to care about my appearance or image with, someone I can yak about anything to, someone I can wake up and drift off to dreamland with, somebody who needs me as much as I need him, and accepts whatever/whoever I am or become.

Somebody who lives and breathes me.

How true.

"I fell in love."

"Oh, as if you had no choice? There's a moment, there's always a moment, "I can do this, I can give into this, or I can resist it", and I don't know when your moment was, but I bet you there was one."

For that split second, you could have resisted it.

You've stayed rather close.

'They're all of me.'

"Yeah. Yeah.
Yes."

'But...
You never talk to me. You always talk to Peter.
'You don't like me.'

"I hope it's useful. Don't show it around too much. Needs a bit of editing. Look, I've got to get to a... lunch. Early lunch. You can just show yourself out, can't you?"



"It's a... self-preservation thing, you see."



Oh I am what I am
I'll do what I want
But I can't hide
And I won't go
I won't sleep
And I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me
And I won't leave
And I can't hide
I cannot be
Until you're resting here
And I won't go
And I won't sleep
And I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me

Get this procedure underway.

Let's start with
your most recent memories...

and work backwards from there,
more or less.

There's an emotional core...

to each of our memories,

and when you eradicate that core
it starts its degradation process.

By the time you wake up
in the morning,

all the memories we've targeted
will have withered and disappeared,

as in a dream upon waking.



After all that's been said and done,
it's time.