The hardest thing to do in life is let go and loose someone you love. To love is to live, to live is to love and to care is to love even with doubt. To doubt oneself is to almost shout out. To scream is to shout, to break the state of silence, yet alas to break ones heart is more then a lack of love. Its a state of screaming inside yourself, when the world will not give you help. To repeat the same dreams must be a clue, a clue that something you saw has now missed you. You never were close to it as you've wanted to be, to touch it even in dreams is not even worth it to me.
To touch and to wake, your dream world will but shake and then break. The clock'll tell you how much time you did take, how long did it last between last night and when it faded away? Do I know? Do I remember? The image and the repeat has burnt itself into my mind today. Did I miss something or am I not blind? Why did I not speak up sooner? Why did you run and hide? These answers might be inside.
If you love something set it free, I did not do this but it was thrust upon me. I had no choice I had to say it, I had no choice I had to speak. I had to do this, I was strong then when I did speak. I set it free, I made things right, it was inevitable sooner or later but we do not talk, but we never fight. You know what I told you, the words came to life, the feelings came to life too when I said those words to you.
