Uncertainties cloud judgment Eccentricities pierce better reasoning By the time the colours fall
You will know why the thin line holds us so.
Both liberating and excruciating. The candle wick burns down til it's nothing ; it proceeds to extinguish itself.
Such is the natural order of things : the only constant is time.
what we feel for the time passed how we think for the lives past we loved. and that's all we can do.
This fresh coat of paint is cracking up faster than how I thought it would be.
Here is the beginning of an acknowledgement across years An affirmation of the heart's stimulation Never to reconcile if separation would ever occur Justified by the tension between us In the midst of a dance to never end Even if it's at the expense of our souls