In your veins is running the crazy satisfaction of being so broken that nothing can break you again...
Once they kill you, you become immortal.
Nothing can disappoint you.. .nobody can hurt you... but still - everybody can love you... You don't mind. You don't care. You don't feel. You just don't give a fuck...
No, you are not becoming a beast. You just save all your love for you. You carry it, anyway. You are all art. You are all inspiration. You are soul, you are dance, you are poetry! You CANNOT DIE.
Not now.
Not alone...
And simply one day, there will be somebody who will be inspired with you, somebody who will fly with you, then he will maybe fall on the ground with you, then he will crawl with you, he will cry with you, he will have his first wrinkles with you...
...and then slowly, slowly, very slowly..he will stay..and die with you...
