Dorian.

sleepless nights are sweetest most colorful butterflies at the peak of this moment.
so come to me, break me down, let us weep together, it dosent matter how ugly I am, how lonely you are, I have been looking for men like you, you have been looking for women like me, and the brutal, filthy, vial, truth of the matter is, nights are short, and they end in minuets, seconds, breaths, and so.
let it all be, let it sink away in some great jumbled up bunch of words of a forgotten austrian poet.
it is sad to try, so lets stop trying, and inter into the grandness of forgetting.