"..My time moves slowly
Gliding across the veil of my nude skin
If i should cross the border you made for me
Maybe i would not be here..
But now what sense does it make
To try and embrace a more pristine past
Looking forward i will take the risk
But i'll finally find answers to my why's.."
"When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, Then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink." ~ John Keats.
Who were all these strange ghosts rooted to the silly little adventure of earth with me? And who was I?