Right into the lands of my beginning I held onto the bond of the ones I touched.
Was I foolish to walk the whole way without letting him meet me half way?
Have I let the doors hit me on the way out or have I knocked down
the doors an made a fool of myself?
Have I been starring at something that was never there?
I have lost my glasses and now I wonder aimlessly around these halls.
I have made an indirect comment that I should have thought about before hand.
Now I sit in this title that has yet introduced itself a name.
I have spilled something on my clothing that has soaked through to the skin.
I was afraid of this aura that stained me.
I washed to get clean but still it lingered onto me.
Have I clutched onto the way you walk?
Because that was the last thing I seened you do.
There was a beginning an ending,
but it was also a middle.
A stop an pause moment that made you turn back
around and look at what was being left behind.
But still, the way you walked away made me
imagine a beautiful moment for us.