yeah, well i dont come here anymore, but this morning i just wanted to talk to you. tell you that all this wind makes me restless. and if i was into placing blame, i might place some on you.

yeah, well i dont look at people anymore, but this morning i missed your face and i saw traces of your blue blue eyes in the water down below. and if i was into crying, i might cry a little for you.

and i remember:
it is warm here today...today, the day that you left. i wander the dark streets and cannot feel your presence anymore, just murmuring shadows walk with me. the light falls on the one dimensional landscape, harshly exposing reality, a place i have never been. buildings looked warped and grotesque, i can no longer see as i did. i feel as if the enchantment is being drained into the ocean, and only bare walls remain.
i remember everything. there is no time and we exist in all the places/moments we have ever caught and held as ours. and now the world we constructed is complete, finished, a perfect sphere. there will be no additions or modifications. read only memories.
the city and i are alone.

may you find peace to temper the darkness within.