graffiti of thoughts-

and so it began

so it was fated to end

with each step of the beginning

ok- forward,

a love of fate.

Kissing made me lose myself,

gone and never wanting to come back- to being alone. Sadness can be overcoming me, overcoming the circumstances and compounding our separation, lost when will we be together. You died the day you were overcome with doubt and its all the illusion that was built as your memory fades to Grey and then to black. Dust in space, and the currents are walking us along.

the good guy-