Virgin Heart

That was not a complete disclosure. A better one would have been,

"Papa, help me be strong, i am falling apart"...but hey, Leos don't cry. No, we don't, for that would be a bloody shame. Mais oui, mon amie! How about, "Papa, help me be strong, he is tearing me apart"?...No, no complaints, 'hows could you?'s are for losers! I see. Tell me then my dear, who cried herself to sleep last night? Wasn't me. No? Who woke up shivering, knocking at the door of dazed reality, 'was it a dream, or did we break up?'? Nope, wasn't me!

Wasn't me wasn't me wasn't me! Shut up and let me be.

shut up autumn leaves
shut up raindrops
shut up blue mountains

you deafen me.

Ah, poor Leos. They are the ones holding their tears in the shell of mustered strength hoping that someday they would emerge anew.

Pure, full, lustrous, comme une perle.

Alors, moi, je suis au courant.