Alone, but not lonely. Solitude somehow, is a bliss.
If life is a question mark, then you, my love, are the proud and bold period that is typed with certainty.
And here I am. A form of combination. An odd to your thought.
You were my butterfly The reason I felt high It was something i’ve been wanted to try I felt new, I didn’t ask why
Is it my logic?
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquility