YYY (Control)

Everything is different and nothing is ever the same. Again. I have been bitten by a three-headed mosquito. Why control (?), when we can explore the unknown and release? I love it when you challenge me and never replicate but transform into some other beast, a creature of adventure. Those notes are beautiful, consuming me like I am a feast. Devour me, start at the ear. You've had your tongue in my ears for a long time now, we still grow. Apart, in different places, though I take you with me. You give me lullabies, scream at me, show me the passion all of the way. These paths, we choose, so beautiful and full of love. The wild side, the sexuality and charisma of which you speak. Oh, if only you knew how well it hides, sadly, while so many others are under spotlights, and offering nothing to the beating hearts and the ticking brains. Alas, the times we live in, perhaps. We find our way, sometimes. Let that mosquito feed on me, let it suck me good. Real clean fun. Like all of this. I will wait for nothing, because it's all here. All of the time. There is nothing here to miss, because it's whatever we want it to be. Love and rock 'n' roll, hand in hand at times.

To the 'Mosquito'-makers