i become lost as soon as i reach my hand towards the other side, where i wish to go together with you. "i cant. sorry." you said. adding an unspeakable wound onto me. you let go of me. when the sun was still in my hands, our damaged stainless white goal, having learned of our defilement, mixes with the scarlet red; out of fear is that why your trembling? to: alex thanks for the 'yeah' ^″•″^