An Excerpt from JB's Famous Poem to Celine

Like a kite, I will forever hold your hand.
And with the burning human longing, in your hands, I surrender.

I will never get tired of you.

For you, there will be no endings.
I will say your name over and over... like a refain.
My prayer to no one.

You know I will never get far.
And there is no need for my return.
Only travelers leave.
I've never been a traveler.
For I have never left.

I am lost, simply.

Wanting to be in a place I've never been, and will never be.
Of all destinations, I long to be lost in the fields of your hair, lost among your thoughts as you are already in mine.
You are my imperative to live.

My life started when I loved you.
And that's how I want it to end.