Like moth to a flame, the lover is drawn to the beloved.
The love, a sacrifice to the altar of the cruelest Lord, never to be returned, never to be known.
But warrior has to fight, singer has to sing, and lover has to love.
a0z0ra @ 12:07 AM  |
You've gotten better at this!
My guardian angel pat me in the back, for suffering a pretty big sad episode with flying colors.
It is time, isn't it? Nothing last forever, but the memory of that particular time and space, forever engraved, etched so deep and I will drag it to my eternal sleep.
How I now wish to believe in reincarnation, so we can rewind, fixed the bug! Recompile!
a0z0ra @ 10:45 PM  |