Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

I'll go on a forced vacation from love in a place, somewhere, at the end of an era. If you'll try to recreate me in the shape of your fiction modeling me in deaf sentences and old letters used by gods and goddesses, I'm gonna feel it. After all, I paid a price in the coins of dreams for my innocent love, you sacrificed.