It’s been so long, somehow I try to remember a week of the life with you; felt lost and distant. I would rather embrace them again, to do so will only bring me tears, I ache that memories with sorrow, hope, warmth... It’s difficult to say the least; weights so many details, words of power, dreams and hopes from a different time-line.
Most details are Still tearing down at the joints as they fall into the recess of this heart and soul. Reveries are Kept zealously guarded by a broken heart, as your memories turned, it’s no more for sorrow or sacrifice, it bares joy and sweetness of dreams that are leaving the mind and singing with the angels now.
I'm Lost and far away from that time... It reads like an entire world apart, another life... a eerie tale of what it’s no more, what should never be and what I always care within my heart.
Nowadays everything fits calculated, yet peaceful, so at ease or drive fast and loose yourself.. Run if you want or be another stray. A must to be in amour, or ready for battle to paint it with blood as wrecking havoc.
That it’s the life after you and I.