along the path where the stream is talking, i breathe the mist and continue walking. the wood it whispers in a language of it's own. as a sigh escaped my lips i feel the light caress of fingertips that steal away the breath and leave me on my own, waiting by the stairs. waiting, i despair. do i hear the hollow sound, footsteps resounding on this frozen ground, or the familiar disappointment of the echoes of my own? somehow i ended up here in between, where there is always the comfort of knowing i'll never be seen when i fall. i wait for just one touch?.and i fall?.weightless, endless, faithless, i'll adore you. a single touch before i fade. painless let me pass through.
along the path where the stream is talking, i breathe the mist and continue walking. the wood it whispers in a language of it's own. as a sigh escaped my lips i feel the light caress of fingertips that steal away the breath and leave me on my own, waiting by the stairs. waiting, i despair. do i hear the hollow sound, footsteps resounding on this frozen ground, or the familiar disappointment of the echoes of my own? somehow i ended up here in between, where there is always the comfort of knowing i'll never be seen when i fall. i wait for just one touch?.and i fall?.weightless, endless, faithless, i'll adore you. a single touch before i fade. painless let me pass through.