I dream of arriving home late from work, I escape from wives and lock myself in a dark sad room to deliver myself into lust with my own mental crisis, devotedly present year after year, submissive but with the character required to claim myself when I get around her. I have been empathetic one way or another; she's been by my side, at lest once a month, we have met extracted from people and I have given myself to her. We have promised one another not to abandon each other, ever, after all of my loved once die in tranquility I will sail to the Bahamas with her, and then to any other place in the globe. I don't deny I seek for professional or academical achievement, despite of that I have her, at the end of day I will see her the way she sees me, and I will see myself as such devious figure, and living years will be a warm breeze of Guyana.
We swim downwards, the light of sun fades in the depth, she and I, as equals, swim among the smooth noise of unknown seafood. We could have our own great reef barrier, nobody minds. I won't be any special. I'll fly. I'll do something somewhat decent and run with her, she who deserves the most of me, because every single time she delivered all of her self to me and I sweetly treated her, as more of a gentleman than is commonly expected from me.
I did not slipped pieces of gold throughout her throat, she'd have told me this is not me, love is not to be purchased and I am putting myself a price based on false assumptions. That I have no knowledge of myself, and the reason why I am so annoying is one I know of, it may be one I may not be able to admit but I know better than anything else. She never contradicts. I contradict myself all of the time. That does not concern her. She does not make things easier for me either, which I find more than lovely.
No matter she drags me by the neck and takes over me, nothing puts me lay down as the exhaustion she is capable to inject on me, almost never with for a reason. By her own choice she's giving me surprises of such beautiful fatality, for both my career and my loved ones, she is aware of her mission being to take me out, get me out of here. Release me from this line with no area or volume that crosses the buttonhole of routine and by divine hands aids to sew the shred of a sumptuous, immeasurable mat.
Until now, such relationship haven't been stood by anyone. This is how the end must be, by mere definition. At last moment. Unexpected.
