|
|
|
|
Shattered once again.
Darkness comes. And i welcome it.
Dark thoughts populate my mind now
Impatience wanders in my mind
No nothing, no harm no fowl
Time is a precious commodity
Relativity. Time is relative. One minute lasts a completely different amount of time, depending on which side of the bathroom door you are at.
But the short time we have is precious.
Distance shrinks, darkness grows, but time is scarce.
Hopefully one day darkness can be complete and distance can be none.
And all my dark dreams will come true
Soon...
For now, geography keeps on being my curse.
So what will i do?
I'll just keep on riding, and for now, the road becomes my sole companion, confident, bride, and all in all, my true Mistress, and to Her i dedicate my life.
Until the day i find One who will share it with me.
|
|
|
|
