Day has gone, it’s not like importance mattered.
Daydreamers hold on to where stories overlap.
How long can pain surround hope, while hope surrounds pain?
The passing of time is slowest in the middle of silence.
Pride is a heavy thing to carry into sleep.
While others looked down on me, I looked up into the World.
Importance gone, but not like this day mattered.
Was I ever foolish enough to believe in tame endings?
Forgiveness always knows to smile because there’s so much more to do.