O' I can see that things are much clearer now but somehow I still don't like it for your presence is something that I miss seeing you move around is pleasantly destroying my ground like how we have fought and I thought that I was an absolute Messiah but I was wrong.
You are the moon that reflects the light from the everpresent Mata Hari without you my world is dark and clueless.
Please, don't make another move, may the constellation soon collide so that I can be with you and shed the brightest light.
I'm afraid, afraid of something something that feels like tailing me, but don't, don't don't mistaken this it doesn't follow me neither haunts me, out of necessity it reflects of something when I looked upon the troubled water from the unending bridge.
I want to return I want to give back all the good things I do not want to perish in the broad daylight I do not want to wilt in the coldest night and in doing so I need this life, I mean it this time I do,
I possess nothing, no power or authority, all I have is this body, mind and soul, and I wish nothing will stumble upon it, as I will change all the directions and possessions towards the eternal space and hole that I have created and breathe for you to contend with.
Everything is out of my hand, and it is hard for me to understand.