“Loneliness was an alchemist that turned me into gold. Men flock around me to claim a piece of my soul and place their ears on my chest to hear my heart beating slower than the hands of time. Yes, I let them but I so badly wish it was you. I am not easy to love, but then who really is? Treasures and gold I am, I am love and Petra and California too. I am a lottery ticket with the winning numbers, but this money is cursed When I stand in the sun, the reflection is you, you and all you.”
