we were made for each other, sherlock.

It’s hard to see you shine when I’m here slowly dying.

But for all you do I’ll carry you now from this bitter place.

It’s so boring, isn’t it?

That’s the frailty of genius — it needs an audience.

Don’t think for one second that I am one of them. 

I see my reflection shining from the corners of your eyes. 

You might need me more than you think you will. 

I am you…you’re me.