We meet again. You in your grandeur, your hairs encircling jewels and the flowers beside you boom, understated… by the brilliance that is you.
It is odd isn’t it, that I see you here. You didn’t expect me. But you make me chuckle; do you really find it that strange?
Drenched in the rain my body drips anguish and blood. Sweat from all the worthless work I did to be here, so that I, one day can stand a stranger in front of you.
You by your flowers,
And you find it strange don’t you…