If I could tear you from the ceiling,
I’d freeze us both in time,
Find a brand new way of seeing..
Your eyes forever glued to mine.

Don’t go and leave me,
And please don’t drive me blind,
Don’t go and leave me,
And please don’t drive me blind.

Blind to the sorrow, blind to the happiness. The blindness that overwhelms everyone around me, that seems to govern the world. Like that film clip I showed you, with the sun temporarily being darkened by the moon. The world seems to have that quality of darness, shadow, people being shadows of themselves. And me joining them, slowly but surely…

All these people with their colorful clothes and pretend highness and all I do is feel sorrow for having lost you and think about maybe I would do the same, pretend and be happy, maybe all I feel is envy for their pretend happiness and I should try to accept but I can’t and it feels like I am alone with my pain, surrounded by ghosts, shells of another world where I never belonged. A world I was always supposed to belong to but I could never muster the courage to let go of what I believe to be the core, the meaning of what I’m here for, to truly live and feel. I see you in the background of my screen with Serra looming large, as you put it, and I feel that if I was there again I would run to you, hug you, make love to you again under that dark, deep obelisk that passes no judgements. I want to be there again, see the tetrahedron, see it light up and ask you to marry me.