I tell my love

I tell my love: At least this time go easy. 

Don't ride Time, don't even bother with it. Time's such a loser. 

Let him pass by. Let him hear our sighs, our laughter, our rage, our shrieks of pleasure and bitter wails as he marches down the alley. They shall chase him away. They shall haunt him. 

 

Art: Alexander Golovin