Hello

I don't think I have much left to tell you right now
You're a wonderful secret
and I'll always be there, no matter what
But it seems that now I have to
create myself, I don't know what else,
however much it may hurt.
No blame or guilt; but passion
and freedom to be enacted,
and death.
When all longing comes to a halt.
I don't know what I'll be able to;
if I'll be able for so many things.
Reunion in dreams. Isn't that right...
Safety for truth