Idealism

We begin the chapter, with a kiss.

And then we part our ways, going through a mad steamrolling cheetah race as we laugh, cry, yell, brood, shudder, scream, love, hate, run, sleep, fuck, eat, drink, smoke the shit out of ourselves, experience the shit out of the world, love the shit out of the Universe like two wild whirling comets whizzing by the galaxy always parallel to each other but even then always bent on collision at a point that will eventually come and which you could call Destiny. And then we meet again, perhaps in Paris, where we share a joint together, and get high.

And end the chapter, with another kiss.