Sunday

October

Night is young you're still there watching from afar questioning why we ever wanted this. I did, I still do.

I never feel like I want to go back and undo everything that happened, but your words were cruel.

We might have to learn, that our very existences have turned ourselves into something new. No one likes to be brought to somewhere unknown, where we risk every single thing, we always cling to each other, and we is all we ever have. We might simply die by consuming too much love. But at the end of the day, you'll be somewhere else, gone, whether you're buried down inside the earth, die by my side, or just stupidly go with any other bulky moron. But all the crazy circumstances that fate holds is basically uncontrollable, so I let you go even though I love you so. Would you stop planning to leave before you will actually leave?

And we can't go back now where we just a couple of strangers passing by, and never be able to.

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