The way we used to be
It is funny somehow. The way we used to be. The bell is ringing constantly in the background or is it foreground. I'm not sure that the leaves will stop falling, or is it that they stopped falling months ago. You only just realised that this was the truth. The truth is something that is hard to accept but that never hides its self. It is showing up in all its glory. It is only us that try to hide our faces away from the things we know to be true. My hand reaches out and the emptiness if staring me right in the face. My face looks strange in the mirror again, you look strange in my mirror, again. It's like it's you but I'm in a dream and can not actually touch you. There are many miles between you and me. But you will always been in my dreams and I will keep you safe there and tend to your needs as much as I can. You are always safe and always free. This is our understanding and what makes us different to the rest. I knew you would be free without me. And this is the wa