And so, I question this mystery of life and love and how it’s possible to live and love, then not. I want to live and love without thinking, like childhood memories. Take me back; take me back to those days, those memories…
Those memories so distorted, the life and love and time and how little of each I held. I cannot remember much in my life before I met you. You cannot become a faded memory too…..
You walk this lonesome road by yourself. Once you turned around and took a glance, feeling the fear and terror, cause close behind a frightful fiend. Don’t turn your head again, and you’ll find me at the end of your journey.
We feel differently today, than we did the day before or will tomorrow. It's the perpetual life cycle we live in. I inevitably came to this conclusion; this must be the reason why we can fall in love over and over again.
Imitation without protest fills the blank spaces of our minds, masked in the utmost mystery of the dark and quiet life that, for once, has been lived in such concealment.
I'll follow you to the unknown, past the sky and the heavens we know. Until the atmosphere gets so thin, that there's no more air. Until darkness surrounds us. I need to turn back, but for some reason I keep on going. My heart feels like it's going to stop. I have no regret that I followed you.