Have We Met?
No? No matter. I am Jonathan.
Do you find me mysterious? That's because I am mysterious. Thank you for asking.
What do I do? Well ... I'd rather not talk about it. For it is the night. Can you see it, out the window? The night? No? That's because it's the night.
What do I like about the night? It's ... the way the moon looks in the moonlight.
Many times, I've asked myself the same question. Yes. Why do I keep a rose in my collar? I think it's because I'm a poet. Yes, a poet. Roses are like poems, you know. They are very beautiful, but then they're over. Like ... dying.
Have you read Dostoyevsky? I have. These past years, I read nothing else. But I experience them so deeply - I can only read one at a time. I feel them inside me, like babies.
I love the morning, also. Especially when I stay awake to watch the dawn come over the horizon like an aurora. It's so ... like romantic love. Do you know love? They say love is a beautiful confusion. Perhaps ... you are confused right now. That's ok. It's ... ok to feel like this. Love is like flying, but in the air.
Do you find me mysterious? That's because I am mysterious. Thank you for asking.
What do I do? Well ... I'd rather not talk about it. For it is the night. Can you see it, out the window? The night? No? That's because it's the night.
What do I like about the night? It's ... the way the moon looks in the moonlight.
Many times, I've asked myself the same question. Yes. Why do I keep a rose in my collar? I think it's because I'm a poet. Yes, a poet. Roses are like poems, you know. They are very beautiful, but then they're over. Like ... dying.
Have you read Dostoyevsky? I have. These past years, I read nothing else. But I experience them so deeply - I can only read one at a time. I feel them inside me, like babies.
I love the morning, also. Especially when I stay awake to watch the dawn come over the horizon like an aurora. It's so ... like romantic love. Do you know love? They say love is a beautiful confusion. Perhaps ... you are confused right now. That's ok. It's ... ok to feel like this. Love is like flying, but in the air.
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