We can fall in love with an illusion. A perception of what we believe is utopia. But for the rare and beautiful transmission of absolute devotion to a character or chemistry. When two people feel that way, it’s a gift. Love may move or change direction in the timeless, unprotected destiny of the organic earth breeze. But when it’s so real, why stop holding hands, even in absent spirit.

For when those who see through mirrors of cracked misapprehensions destruct the destiny of what’s laid in the astral sacred cards. That love should grow stronger. To not be broken by the obsessive behaviour of violation and desperation.

You need to do a set with Grimes, she lives in the USA. She is empowering women and has elf qualities like you. I have had help from the most unlikely of places and you didn’t come to get me when I was being terrorised. I probably still am. It was always you I loved, Robert. You’re just cool (and shy.) Anyway, I have to get back to work. To live like I am not being stalked. I miss my Dad and I miss you. Everyone loves you. Get involved with your heart again. I never went away.

Tiffy Belle. X