In this heartless creation that is me, I find it is hard to understand just why some souls choose to wander or just come to an end. Yet here it is that I am lost without wandering and saying my love is a ghost who is, Ancient – with wisdom, Vital – with tears. Who is not able to move on, but also Unable to let go. It’s hard to remember what a love is who you don’t recognize in this life. Yet the memory is there without thought Agony – without knowledge, This love – is without mercy

Passing through life onto eternity. Life to the next one is forever searching in the labyrinth of the whispers, searching for a blissful  lost love. Longing for a touch, that I sense when I feel whispering into my heart, Comforting this stoned cold soul. Our love burns with inside me. But yet I am lost in the shadows. This entity of dreams seems to be forever killing me. I believe this love is the one that is eternal. This flame of our will not and shall not be relinquish. Forever it will be circling me.