He stares, because he knows...

Beyond the edge of the world there's a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard. And it is on that very edge that you will always remember me, at the edge you will last be remembered, where sanity and insanity come together, for a time, then separate. Like leaves on autumn trees, that color the world, but for a moment, then leave. At the edge, where life losses its edginess, and thoughts will become one, someday. At the edge the sun drops, the ring falls, and senses of raindrops climb upwards to the gray sky.

In my room...

I'm going up, down, 

backwards I got forwards for you now.

You care for me,

when no one else is there for me.

You provide air for me, 

to breath I'll watch you restlessly.

Come tomorrow...

All our lives, we journey from one dream to another, trying to grasp the ones that captivate us the most. Yet, tragically, these dreams are as fleeting as dry sand slipping through our fingers, no matter how tightly we hold on. Sometimes, I fear that you may turn out to be one such cherished dream in my life.

Suddenly, the river swept round a bend, and the banks rose upon either side, and the light was hidden. To that fair land he never came again. The travellers now turned their faces to the journey; the sun was before them, and their eyes were dazzled, for all were filled with tears. Torment in the dark was the danger that he feared, and it did not hold him back. But he would not have come, had he known the danger of light and joy. Now he has taken my worst wound in this parting, for such is the way of it: to find and lose, as it seems to those whose boat is on the running stream.