So
many years gone by, so quickly, so many changes...

Go back from
whence you came...

The moment of birth;
Do we begin living or begin dying...

It's such a clear obscurity,
a hazy cognizance...

When we have become
migratory birds, blind lemmings...

She stood with wolves
swirling about her like mist...

Dreams creates hope creates faith creates dreams
need creates pain creates desperation creates need...

In the utter silence
of my lost and solitary existence...

Stay,
I need you...

I'm still waiting, reaching out,
don't say you can never be mine...

Throwing herself from
september treetops...

There's a thin line,
no, an almost nonexistent division...