I admit, I'm on the run. I'm running from Her, from them, and what hurts the most, I'm running from myself. I'm not really sure how it happened, I just know I dreamt of paradise, and when it slipped through my fingers, I had no choice but to chase after it. Now I find myself at the edge of the world, gazing towards an uncertain future. I dare not look back, for the destruction I've left in my wake, is something I never want to experience again. Those moments shape you though. They morph you, and they sure as hell make you strong. What once was, won't ever be again, and what has yet to be, is anyone's guess at this point. So I close my eyes, on a stormy night, and once again away I fly.
If I have desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical conclusion is that I was made for another world. My mind is screaming, and it's getting hard to ignore, especially when it shouts the truth. I look around the room, and the people I'm surrounded with, make me feel like there's hope for the future. Home is where the heart is, and the beat of mine has never been so strong. As we pass in and out of our collective consciousness, we make a silent pact. We shall remember these times forever. Not because we're happier than we've ever been, but because somehow, against all odds, we found each other in the dark.
If I have desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical conclusion is that I was made for another world. My mind is screaming, and it's getting hard to ignore, especially when it shouts the truth. I look around the room, and the people I'm surrounded with, make me feel like there's hope for the future. Home is where the heart is, and the beat of mine has never been so strong. As we pass in and out of our collective consciousness, we make a silent pact. We shall remember these times forever. Not because we're happier than we've ever been, but because somehow, against all odds, we found each other in the dark.
