You should be free. More free than my hands at the end of the day. What's more, more free than my eyes in the darkness. Just some water through my veins, like a difficult scene of a cinema.
Let me ask you something: what do you think about us? I'm not talking about future or another strange and empty concept.
I'm only talking about freedom. About the chains that we have together. As sweet as your smile.
Come to bed. Do not speak now.