Breaking Handcuffs Into An Ocean.

There are things within time that seem so make believe. That seem to say that the very consciencousness of what and who we are are mere blimps in another life.

Questioning the existence of ourselves, we struggle onwards, against a battle that we constantly seem to lose. And shouting, screaming out, "To start over, to start again." What would you give for that?

Time takes a lot away from us. I guess it's ok. Perhaps.

Apparently tomorrow doesn't really exist, but we live in the existence of one day, that continually chooses to cover us in a black blanket at times. Sometimes it feels like all the time, doesn't it. So, a brand new day seems rather out of the question with one day to live.

A relationship doesn't need to be exclusive. Sometimes, if you know it's there, although you know you're going to lose them in the end, and even if you feel that stabbing pain in your chest, even if you see it all as wrong, even if you hear the songs, and they leave when you're still there, it's perfect. For just a second, you're at peace.

Love is blinding they say. People would follow you until the dark, they say.

If it feels like we've seen everything, and we're asking to be saved, i'd rather much be a propaganda, and see you live alone, happy.

I never want to be an item again. Never. I'm going to raise my hands, to that sky that's so blue, and hopefully touch something that i'll never see, but be satisfied that i at least touched it. For a second.


Just for this time... I love you.