On Our Way Back Home.

Slowly falling away, not a good time for her.  Beyond his grasp now and only travelling further. Conclusions have been met and morals have been reasoned with. ‘You can achieve anything if you put your mind to it regardless of whom, what or where, the world is yours.’ Not mine brother. It will never be understood why this is such a big deal! Get on with your own life and leave him to have his own, easy for you to say. Be there for her. Trying too hard to make you smile. That’s the message you were sending. Not a nice feeling yet every minute was enjoyed.  The glowing presence is not one to be forgotten soon. Your words like no other spoken. Upmost appreciation. We were on our way, and we have turned back.

It’s been a long time, which I know you are aware of. Maybe this isn’t what you were looking for. It’s on his mind, each day harder than the last. Spending years knowing that you were less happy than you could have been, and yet you still trust yourself?

Once it had began it wouldn’t stop, no need for this anymore, no need for anything. Worlds spinning all around. This is your given chance, either take it or waste it, and I don’t mean leave it, I mean waste it. Sweet power urchin, how I longed for you to me my source. Here describes as you are taught; the man wants the girl, cant have her. The deranged bloke is sat beside you, on looking. Your boss is out to get you. Talk about the weather some more, it may help you fit in. How lovingly hypnotic.

Are you on path to destroy me? Will hell be my avail or will the next chapter become the story you always dreamed. Act fast, order supreme.

So much delusion during this mess. Intrusive contacts getting involved, some suggestion no confirmation, run your life like that and it will be short-lived girl. Feed your head, you don’t know until you try, and try is not what happened. Excitement overtook him and he lost sight of what was true. Mind blocked with emotion filled clouds, nothing can be made out. Write a list if it’s that hard to think. ‘Hazey confusion, welcome to the story of my life’, he said. He was never sure how long he could be pushed to one side, I’m certain only time will tell. One day my dear, one day. Spero.