Upon the millions and the millions, to love is to love, unknowingly, so lonely
At that time you did not know it, you have not had a possibility of knowing yet, my love, my lover, oh, my friend, as for the illuminate days, and nights, we've spend hurdling with our lions through the deserts of our pure love, unbearably free and terrifyingly hot, under the scorching sun rays of endless fires, as we are since the inception of time, and since the scripts began by the drops of blood we've left behind on hunting trips for life itself, now silence! Dear, so lonely.
I will be but awaiting your confirmation of return, which is about to happen very soon, my love, and will then tell you about the little secret that you have not been ever able to know not knowingly not ever, therefore it's your return, not mine, it's ours, to behold the spine, the path, the sorrow and the pain of skies, pierced by the millions upon millions. Welcome!
~~ Titled: Upon the millions and the millions, to love is to love, unknowingly To the series: hashem a la carte | shalom einz zwei drei More info, if required, can be found at the Kairo Museum, or currently, to much surprice, at the Brisbane museum too, and esp inscribed by the sarcophagus of ressurective Isis