see, i told you.
i won't be permanently on hiatus.
nah, who cares on my statement.
do you?

i had played in this game for years.
pain and solace had traced all the way back in.
i poured the rain, i shone the dark.
but it is still never enough for me to save a life i had once fall for.

i want to flee like an eagle
but those feathers of mine are in pages.
pages that tells the story of the ghost of fear.
as i'm flipping through, i am abide by the only rules
and i'm nowhere but rattling in cages.

if you think you're tired, think of what the past had done to us.
think of the skies we coloured together.
think of the diaries we kept behind the locker.
if you think you had done enough,
then you can leave, but never a note on the bed.

i can wait.



p.s: fooling around with emotions.