~ D. James Breaux
So here we are Loretta. It's the most beautiful song you've ever heard because it's about you my dear; I don't even know anyone named Loretta. But it's still about you my dear.
Permanent purpose waits for you
in your diary beside the mirror.
Who are you, who are you?
Your echoes keep fading; no matter if the
dissipates....truth is I always want to be where you are. And I know it sounds presumptuous
but we'll never have to hide from the good echoes of exiled ships....we can see them, but they can't see us.
So let's ignore the cold pink echoes of medicinal ghosts on strange motorcycles getting swept up in the dark.
And let's dine under the red sky until tomorrow afternoon in dreams;
sometimes I wonder if it matters whether we're real....
Let's get away into the mountains;
when, when, when will we exist in moments....
can you see the sun,
can you see me?