she was his fey

you've got a point
no one said there was a way out
life is too damn short to lose you
but it's a matter of any time isn't it?
what else matters?
sure it won't work
never, or always, the days are disastrous without you
the wars go on but I am free
with the shadows and dreams
free in the concentration camp
you must see me darling in the changing of days
my eyes close showing me your ways

somewhere in me is your life
I don't understand it
I didn't ask
it's just the methods of time

The frustrations of the dream state. I dreamed about AG as much as I spent actual time with her. What does this mean? That I was confused by whatever I imagined there was between us. Surely she didn't make that error. Yet I know for a fact that she dreamed about me in the same apocalyptic manner. Sometimes love is not a path for the weak. This is probably what happened to me. I was far too weak.