The music plays on as the snow begins to settle on the lawn outside - just more proof that life still goes on even though the dismembered aspirations lie limp on the floor.
Fly up to the surface
and just start again
It was never meant to manifest itelf any further than it had but nonetheless, with or without the exchange of words, you still want the best for them.
All the best
I head off into the woods and sit down amongst the snow-laden trees. It is always a wonder where those footsteps are now. I want to believe they are in a better place and for the most part they probably are. There is no question that everything still rolls on as usual - the only thing which is out of sync is the emotions which once did not exist.
Lord I don't know which way I am going...
...still got such a long way to go...
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