To flee? To go where?

To flee? To go where? You will not pass the ditch of the castle. And if you reached that point, you would be blocked with the large tower which keeps the garden. To flee? To do what? To live without me? Does not imagine it. I do not think of it. You are with me. For always. Without love. And then? Us is it necessary some to make seeming? One learned how to lie itself. I let you look by the window. To believe that elsewhere it is better, that here it is worse. To imagine, to make you good, to be. What you never were of alive tone. Now, you have all the time. Centuries, years. To trail in rooms, living rooms, bandaged eyes. Locked up in this castle where we are immured. Forever. You can haunt it. To frighten those which dare to visit it. Your game is unhealthy. It makes you good. To be only. To make the mouth. To look behind the window the world to turn. It will not move. For us, it is fixed. You would make better throw you in my arms. Coiled very against me. To choke our fear. Of this eternal life. Who bewitches us. We reveals. One vis-a-vis the other. That which killed the love. In the terrible repetition of each day. Where each night, is similar at each morning. To flee? To go where? To seek the answers to our mystery. Who made that we remained on ground. Some say that we like too much. That we could not separate us to make the great jump. I would like that they are right.