It's days like this one that make me realise how fragile our existence really is. And as I raise questions I'll never get answers to, I can't help but wonder: will I make it to the end? I don't want to become one of those people who spend their time just waiting for lightning to strike. I want to live while I have the chance and I want, more than anything, a true friend to share it with. So as I look upon the concrete sky, I imagine you putting your hand in mine. Our eyes meet and we secretly make a deal. I'll stick by you, if you stick by me...
Even though I might not be waiting for a thunder storm, I am waiting for something. It's the simplest of all things. Something that lost it's meaning far too long ago. It's love, hope and promise in its purest form. It's life, death and everything in between. It's been so long since I felt it, I mean truly felt it that I don't even think I'd be able to recognise it. But then again, that's never stopped me before. So I guess I'm like a prince, in caste high, waiting for a kiss to bring me back to life...
There are many lessons only time can teach you. Like how much you love someone; it's nearly impossible to know that until you spend your days without them. Then there are the lesson you can only learn through the beating of your heart. Then finally, the essence of time and the power of your heart cross paths, and the only knowledge you're left with, is the realisation that time is the only thing keeping you from letting go. It's never the embracing, or the kisses, not the laughter or the tears, there's only time...
