I was still grieving on the unfinished letter that sits in a corner where I promised not to look back; I know, I'll be scathing, mending but the thread of fates stirred up that faith.
You know that I'll give everything, through those cracks where I can't see myself, hiding behind the constellations, and then it becomes a body.
Do you still see me? do you still adore me? If heavens were to console me, it only wished to be with you.