it doesnt matter whether the air is cold or warm; youre going to have to wade through it anyway.

our love now left a wilted flower
its dying season as the cold air elapses
our differences they separate us
in the midst of this bitter season
my heart yearns to speak
but listen closely to the silence
if we linger long enough
time may cure the broken heart
waiting for the pain to find the breeze
take away the sorrow which remains
as we walk away down divergent paths
we tread with hope that one day
love may reunite us

-nessa.

in the distant line of the horizon.

in the distant line of the horizon lies the hope of the future
the creation of the new
the destruction of the here and now
in the distant line of the horizon is the day
where man will realize imitation is suicide
where to be great is to be misunderstood
in the distant line of the horizon there is
the true meaning of love
the existence of perpetual youth
in the distant line of the horizon lies limitations
denial, doubt, ignorance, and envy begin to cloud the horizon
help me escape from this world this life i call mine
save me from myself because i have failed to do so
help me to see beyond the distant line of the horizon
where the sun shines and the birds chirp
i am sinking into an abyss filled with lies
with hate, with sorrow, with tears
i pray that the power of the wind and the rain
may wash away my fears
otherwise i will be
trapped
limited
helpless
in the distant line of the horizon

-nessa.