there is something out there.
stirring deep inside.
yet it feels distant.
oh-such-irony!
yet it feels so true in both aspects.
yet i stray upon the line.
between the two.
the distant memories.
the constant flashbacks.
they dun hurt no more.
the tears are dried.
its time to move on.
hanging on the rails.
i watch the roses fade in the distance.
no flowers blossom.
no birds sing.
yet the still silence.
brings peace and calmness.
what a mystery!
its hard for me.
so let time tell.
let my heart unravel itself.
heck.random.
P.S something else!
