All my thoughts and all my woe, I fictionalize, rationalize. But in the end I sleep a sometimes not too deep sleep and rise again, yet weep still. It’s ok to love honey...I said back a few days. Well, it's ok to leave honey. I wept before you as I will weep after you. I slowly come into focus, though it will take yet a while longer. YOU set a spark to tinder and there's no course except to burn. And I wish it were something you would stay to watch unfold. It will be difficult. It will be beautiful, just like the way you make me feel.