My heart senses something is wrong. All that I made fond. I decrease. I leisure my sense of habit. For the better, I am no longer who I was and for the longer, I will be who I want to become. Make no mistake in my means, I will strive to be better than who I originally was.
See through the veil people are not so different from their lovers and feel that all things come and go at a loss of time in between. This love does not separate us, but makes us feel in between the lines of what else is possibly out there. We need to feel what’s out there to know what is in our hearts.
As long as not in inertia, being lost is the journey.