Dripping colors of a distant image reveal a shape that I can't see they paint the trail of a dream but distance is more than I can breathe. Still far away, still cold
My aura chokes me lies to me loves me and despises me yet in the end she whispers to me: "...but remember, you'll always be closer than is seems, you'll stay forever embraced in the birth of a hidden dream". How could I? Too late to realize that shape was the same as me