You will never understand. You become what you stare at. I don't like being lost all the time. That's why I need you. When I am lost, when I don't know where I am and when it is, you have got to give me something... maybe just a part of you're body, maybe just a word, a look, I don't know. Maybe you have got do to nothing, because it won't help. If you try too hard, maybe I 'll love you, maybe I'll hate you, depending. Can you get it when I close my eyes and everything disappeared and I'm lost? Would you recognize it and would you know what to do or to do not? Ideals made me ideal and fucked the whole world just enough so that you can't recognize it. You'll be in full sea of mystery. If you panic, maybe it will feel just right, because it will fire me up. Once you fixed in reality, you are lost forever. Then you won't see me by no window. Hope you fly, hope you float, hope you dream, hope you sleep, hope you get all mixed up and become crazy. I will be pleased watching you rationalize it. Maybe you'll see a secret kiss flying out my smiling eyes and you will strangle me and love me. If I predicted it, then shame on you, you already bore me. Each thing, everytime, I don't want to know what you're after. And who knows exactly what we're after? Certainly not me, neither you. That's what allows everything. God, that sea of possibilities... Can you count them? Do that funny thing for me. I ask you so that so that you can do something else that I wasn't waiting for. That's the point, if there is one, of asking: getting something strange, totally disconnected out of it. So I hope you are not waiting something from me, because here's one thing I never do. The only thing we can trust is secret, because even when it reveals, it's to trick us. I believe in secret.