And this bliss will never remain forever The time we spent was perpetual Is there a solution to this confusion Is anything in the future that is real? Are my wings strong enough to lift you? Higher in the light across the skies I fly!
Seriously delirious author of my life, wishing I was never so serious. Writing it all in pen unable to erase my mistakes. You can throw the sand against the wind and yet it returns to you dead as stones in the maundering walls you built while you are found in the darkest storm of black because the nightmares in which you are dying are the best you've ever had.
Adiaphora of Half A Person In The Tavern 