it's a perfect day for a change, in a week of rain and clouds, bad news and ill omens, i meet a beautiful friend and she spends a day with me, oh nico you really are something else, in possession of that rare quality, a radiant inner beauty and outer beauty to match. a complimentary binary that creates a sort of perfection, maybe this is how new stars are born, i noticed in the herald science section two stars were created from a black hole, something never witnessed before except now a giant telescope in the new mexico desert has picked up the image, it's really wonderful.
i don't understand why you chose your history of brutality and pain although it fits a pattern i have seen over and over with most amazing women.
i don't know what self destructive urge lurks under your surface, i can't help you in that department but i'd quite happily lead you into the metaphor death wish, straight into rebirth and liberation, the story of n. you're such a bright star with those three in your trail, almost a galaxy, i don't want you to extinguish yourself because some idiot thinks it's his male duty to destroy all women. i don't want to see that happen to you, call me selfish but i seen it all before, it kills me nico when women settle for something less than they deserve.
i loved watching you in the sunshine, you just merged into the day, looking like the archetype poster girl for sex, playfulness and femininity without even trying at all, those eyes all sparkling and vital and you have a wonderfully independent mind, it's sharp and bright and super aware except in that one department, where i will have to lobotomise you psychically and repair that glitch. don't worry it's painless and actually quite pleasurable.
we don't get many moments together but i really like them, a lot.