seems like forever, this winding road leading to the mountains of glorious triumphs.
we sat, along vast savannahs dotting the backyards of our memories.
mornings of emptiness, nights full of life, the pain of existence, remaining immortal in your eyes.
echoes in the wind from faraway land, bringing the reality of future, and awakening our slumber,
when time broken, ticks again directionless.
memories of the past.
[+] im writing again nachi :P