I talk to God but the sky is empty...

I'd like to come back and see you - in ten years time... the block of ice would have melted and the titanium transmuted...

You've peeled away enough layers of the onion skin. Please stop, before you come to the point where you have to accept - there is nothing therein. It's a matter of keeping things simple, preventing our lives from bisecting each other too much. You are in the inner circle... but you cannot live here all the time.

Ice blocks do melt, and in this case, the titanium bleeds crimson tears. These are the things that go through my mind when I say - "No, I wasn't thinking of anything in particular...."

Love,

Y.