Again we write new chapters, again we find no happiness in what should bring this world closer, our lives bolder and what we know is right, I mean nothing that causes disruption in the perfection that seems to have been created in one nights lights, in the silence we say what should have been done, in the day we reflect on anything just to make our life feel right.
Time is the weapon used to see, words are the weapon to leave your last ending, your last attack, your last impact before your gone, make sure they know you are around before hope falls, messages legible, and we will be the only ones to see and understand, not everything is gone, but not everything is near.
We know what we say, we mean what we mean, when close up, if eyes are met, then we cannot say enough, to get the point through, do not leave anything hidden, in the open and overlooked, just between you and I, there is nothing more that I would want than eternity, and a new section of my life to be captured with you.
Nothing of importance dies this fast, of this magnitude, of the purest winding hearts and feelings, its not a secret that no one feels this everyday, not even at the golden moment they think, because your the only thing I breathe every section of time, every season, even as leaves die, and parts of the world fall, we are the only solution that anyone can come up with, the lives they adore.
In the day we reflect on anything just to make our life feel right, and we will be the only ones to see and understand, not everything is gone, but not everything is near, a new section of my life is to be captured with you, because your the only thing I breathe every section of time.
