i loved your ways.
you used to feed my brain.
Nowadays i am full so much of reality,
and it is killing me.
Id like to see you more often than i should.
Come by with Pegasus sometimes at my bedside,
get Nyx to bedazzle me,
while you are at it, take Sleipnirr with you,
a great race towards the end of my slumber, while
I dr3am my day away with all of you.
I still love you,
We used to have so much . . .