Every time I think of tomorrow I can't
help but, wish that this pain in my chest would stop because then maybe I can
finally stop crying. The many paths before me seem to only lead to nothing, so
why is it that I keep going even though they may lead to where time stops?
I feel as if there's something I must
search for until the end, as if a voice I cannot hear is calling me to a destination
that only exists in my heart. There are words I wish to say but every time I
try to speak, my voice disappears into the cacophony of voices before me.
For only a brief moment in time I will
exist on this blue planet, and someday I will fall into an eternal sleep where
I can no longer dream.
And the memories the moments we shared
will either be remembered, or fade away into, time's forgotten memory...
"What is love?" is a question
that is asked many times, we humans always seem to show it many different ways
since words can only say so much. I guess even when we fight the reason
sometimes is, because we love each other and even then it's better then being
apart.
There are many words I wish to
say yet emotions and reality always seem to destroy their meaning, but I hope
that someday my words will reach the frozen stars above. And bring the
shattered pieces of my broken heart together, to bring meaning to my
existence...
