Words with no meaning, words with no truth, die in their own graves of never ending loops. Cycles of lies and cycles of deceit makes for a good story written in your sheets. But flip the pages, tear them out. Reality, no. That burning you feel inside with sparks of passion can only be challenged… Continue reading To How Many Others?
I will meet you – In years. Either smiling or frowning; I’ll try to read your face, filled with stories. It seems It’s just a race – now. Chase the future, but bound to our fates. All the days we cried and all the days we laughed: They’re all to be played back In that… Continue reading We