This and that and this and that. I re-read and found out what has been faded. It was stronger, than, nothing. Past "fool", past "castles", past "beginnings", all the cards which have been forgotten. The phrophecy, the irony, the imbecile, and the imbecilic me. I still remembered when she said the word. I still remember when you spelled the word. I still remembered. How uninteresting it gets when I don't even try. I don't try. And. It's. Just. Ends.

We devoured ourselves with our immense love (and so we thought at that time) oh how deeply we drown free falling into this jello-like liquid sinking into a hole of unknown darkness with sparkles lighting up our thoughts covered our minds mesmerized our souls sold to the lovers at that moment in time.  Our pupils dialate our hairs flowing our breath tender and perplex we fall into a trance state where all else is black like the well of the ancients and so we call softly to our lovers and we draw out our hearts with bare hands handing it to them hoping in return of some warmth we beg until our knees bleed our foreheads crack open oh how we long for the return of some warmth.