Let us fight fire with fire, a fist for a fist, and love with love. Let us hide in shrubbery and admire the midnight sky, no more midnight than the tenderness of your fingers on my lips while we lie back, face propped to heaven, spines arched and legs entwined like wild vines and at this moment something inside dies, and is reborn the next instant. Let us gallop like wild horses away from the rising sun, for the sunbeams that touch will turn us to dust. Our feet will beat the ground with the intensity of our heartbeats, an erratic rhythm of a dysfunctional mind. Let us laugh like it's the end of the world, because honey, nothing else matters.

Breaking the glass door by Ariel