He knows that paradise doesn't come without a cost. And it is expensive, the gate is narrow. Whoever visits discovers that life is beautiful, that the sun can in fact be divided into individual rays. That it's no longer that boring, round ball one can't even look at. He dreads the next month, when he'll go back to work full of people with empty looks, emptier than the looks of the people here. Everybody thinking about getting home, making dinner, and then escaping reality. Who knew reality is this white powder, not paradise.
Here is what I need from you. A very simple ask. One might say even mundane. So here it goes: let me inside your soul. Inside that abandoned paradise. And let me walk on that road to your heart. Let me see through that window you hold inside. Through which I can stare into space, where the waves of oceans, filled with stars are hitting the shores of galaxies. I will seize everything that I see with my words. And I promise you, I will make you immortal.
