why are you everywhere

i was doing my daily routine during the lunch hour, flicking through some travel guides in a bookshop, it was like if i was physically fixed to a place, my eyes and mind would still fly over to the moon (a temporary pain killer, sadly). i don't want to sound like an obsessive creep who thinks about and talks about someone something 24/7 but my pupils became wide and my heart pounced and screaming "what the heck" when i saw the sentence about pd's performance of heroin act, wee bit mentioning of rhythm factory, come on, i was reading lonely planet. onipresent my dear. before they turn each other on, they already turn the world on.