It’s crossing over you and drowning you into immensity. Wrapped, intertwined, buried with vanished possibilities.
You stand alone on the road where sorrow lives. And remember, remember how to rescue yourself from the silhouette of the past, stuck in your eyes.
You are heavily stepping through the wet underpasses where the gloom is adding up.
Gloom, emerald and the steaminess of the impenetrable underpasses of your reality. You co-exist with the setting feelings of the former.
Former me, former you and the former fragile bodies filled with former longings.
With wet cheeks, gloomy looks, stay here. As long as the rays of the past shine upon you with inextinguishable, continual longing.