I hear not thy but hear possiblities. Thy seem to be close but yet so very far. I swear i can smell it, red and fresh as blood, as if it signed from my soul that visits thy every night. I will remain like this till all is done. Let these sighs and hopes remain as truthful and deceiving as ever. To cloud my sight, to blind my heart and to silence my thoughts. What will happen in the years to come, to us, to thy and to me...
Thoughts-Number 1