It’s never enough to claim you love something or someone alone.  Actions always must be taken place in order to back up your words, words are just words, food to the ears, but almost nothing to the heart. The time lines in which I have dabbled in, have long since set off their quakes and echoes, which have shook the very foundation in which where our love was built on. And with this violent shaking, I am now left with this pain in my head. A pain I could have never imagined before the exile, a pain which taunts the angels far above, spewing it’s sickness to very functioning bone and cell within the body. And as it stirs throughout the bloodstream it makes it’s way to the core, bit by bit, where then in which the cycle only repeats itself. Since my hope only begs me for me to vision a conclusion to this chaotic mess, I continue on, with eyes forward and strength strengthened.

I made sure those words flew to you gracefully, like elegant doves in the morning sun, soaring peacefully in harmony, throughout the warm, and crisp sky. It was my attempt to open your eyes, my attempt to cross time lines once again, to re-obtain what was given to me several years ago. And yet even now, I am left with this chill. If this shaking shall continue, and continue so violently, causing great rupture to this foundation, the hole shall divide us, it shall divide time, it shall change everything, but our hearts.