All these stupid shit start fading away.
Loss into the fog I made for all of those dog.
My soulmate hurt,
So we’re ran to each other.
Meeting in the middle,
Crying, laughing, mumbling for hours.
Twenty six.
Separated by fate and rush of realm.
She told me a name.
Quite familliar but this time way comprehensive.
Even impulsive, makes a scedule to cross.
I’m not ready, so I ask a couple months.
Come back home,
and start changing.
