Eternity was on our lips...

[mypradashoes]

These falling seconds look like rain. Or even better a punch to the stomach. Faded analogies end up not explaining anything I am trying to get across. Carbon copy after another adorn the walls of every house. How empty it sounds when one can't even forge a path to the door. The illusion of running around with my arms spread open. I embrace this feeling. Nothing else seems real. I embrace, this feeling, where nothing else...

Seems real...

No one should ever have to feel this way...