To my Dearest Dearest Delilah,More Like This
Nights have gotten colder. The days are darker as the shrapnel draws nearer. Oh how I miss our days spent together. Do you recall the days at the beach? When the sun had rested perfectly over us, wrapping us in its warmth and light, as if our days would never be disgraced with gloom and darkness? I savor these memories as if they were still mine to cling to. But these memories are not mine anymore. They belong to the man who had waved a sorrowful goodbye to you on the boat that sailed him the farthest he has ever gone.
Now a new man rests in his place. He is frightened of the noises, of the cries and the echo of bullet shells piercing skulls and clanking to the floor as if they rained down endlessly. This man cannot think of anything else but his inevitable death as he runs through the fields of darkness, doing his best to survive and return to you, the woman who still knows the man he used to be. For the man you hold was ki
Memories and DreamsMemories - different worldsMore Like This
Smells and colors and sounds
Even the happy ones make me sad
Workings of Time can make one mad
Dreams - other realities
Illusions and broken intentions
Even the promised ones make me scared
Workings of Space like to be dared
Past. Future. There. Nowhere.
They're all just one great ''Now''