You were the Wagner to my Nietzsche and I loved you. You were perhaps the first great love of my life. Though I’d never say it to you or anyone who knew us it is something I can no longer deny. Like our metaphors god eventually tore us apart.
We found each other gazing long into the night sky. But while you chased the rising sun I sailed further into the abyss. From that moment on our worlds would never truly intersect again. While you blossomed in the light I withered in the dark. Though I’ve always known that I could never match your brilliance and passion still the disparity shocks me even now.