The dream was to reach the stars, and ignore the mighty scars. The goal was to touch the sky, and somehow be able to fly. Storms passed and drought started, revealing certain things which kept you stranded. Until you see the fire waning, saying goodbye to all that’s brewing. But this isn’t exactly the end, […]Read More 71. The fire burning says farewell.
I close my eyes, and I hear the goodbyes. Yet I still fall asleep, there’s no use for this to be kept. Timelines we’ve breached, as to your hands I reach. The yearning is stronger, even so I fall harder. Memories I forget as I wake up, I search for someone to make it stop. […]Read More 58. Now, I’m awake.