We find ourselves stuck at this round about. Waiting. This moment. Right here and now... It is familiar. That's how everything started. With words. And ended with words.

I should do the same.

You recognized this fear. The glass walls are temporary, you know what they were built for. The first shatter is the loudest and the rest is just noise. We struggle with humanity and religion, always second guessing. In a perfect world, all of us would not be here and memories would not hurt. It has been awhile since your honesty is questioned.

Necessary interests in the common good. She said.

It felt effortless. The anticipation of watching if it can commend. How much strain to exert and draw. Vaguely those familiar moments before the kill as the adrenaline tugs at your heart strings telling you that it is the causation of this direction and theory. Yes, now it did sting. Who could know what time could show.   

And I was trying to disappear... 

But.  

You are still the song on my breath...

You are not easy to forget. 

Things happened, leading to precautions, hence, the inconveniences. It takes an accident to evoke a change striking everyone in its path.

Three minutes before time shaken awake... The present eagerly pushes ahead with no signs of slowing down. Thoughts of yesterday still lingers as one self gradually ends.

Her last words etched in memory; Necessity is the mother of change.

It is no longer the same. Something just clicks from within and you could match the similarities in frames. It did not go well with your fantasy. Maybe I am the ghost that lingers on your page, but what difference will it make in knowing? I have nothing for you to take nor give.

How long can I travel like this? Empty trains on cold mornings, faces plastered on with little warmth.

That great urge to embrace you, the compassion to reach out to you to tell you... You are not permanent.

You laid your traps around, waiting with sweet anticipation for me to taste and see each possibility. Gently stroking my fire, drawing me into your flame. When the walls finally gave in, you took a step back and watch as I free fall for you. Turning your back, you threw the keys into the crypt and never came back.

You will make a way. Through the tears and joy, I will trust in you. Even without forming sentences you already know. Somehow everything will lead me back, I could wander the world and yet be back to where I started that is to be here with you. Even on this bus ride you could bring me to tears.. So hold onto my heart and don't let me go. Love me for the imperfect soul that I am.

Guilty. Of over thinking. It is not all about you and what you do not have. Even with a piece of cloth we can go on living. By believing in truth and love, that took the world so far. In order to save a stubborn men, with that reason alone could stir this mad mad world to stop and lay down. In just three hours... Everything changed.

The most damaged people are the wisest. After discovering the threshold of our souls, there is really nothing more to surprise. We measured the furthest distance in life and it was death. Initially we thought it was marriage but reality speaks volumes of separation. So you never really loose someone as long as you don't forget them... If you wanted in, there will always be an invisible thread leading back. I'm glad your reading.

I hope to read about you to the extend that when this page refreshes your words will magically appear. But you stopped. It feels like it has become a one sided routine. This ride is long and dark... I stare out into the sleeping world.. I am still here.

A strange impending feeling of a change that could cause a tremendous rippling effect again. Like you know... You are going to hurt someone and yourself again.

When the books leave me, will I leave with them too?

To be unhearted all over again. I fear.

I've strayed too far away from your light. Not by my strength.

Your first sentences were never about me, just you and your demands. Funny... I always knew that death was a bonus. The exhaustion is seeping into the bones and breaking out onto the flesh.

These lines... I wonder.

How do you give up something that is good for you? Just for the norm or to please someone else's idea of a life? You can't just quit and start over in a snap. There is no witch hunt to find the cause but how it was allowed to happen in the eyes of the maker. If it was bound to fail it would had. If you were meant to crash and burn you already would. Keep walking. One day. It will all make sense.