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I'm walking from somewhere,

going to nowhere...

There is no specific route,

just a never ending pavement.

I turn around and look back,

I hear you; yet your voice is fading..

I can see you; obscure from a distant.

I tried to run,

I stumble,

impaired,

diminished..

I collide into you...

I can tell you had a weary course

I can see it in your eyes,

dull.. feeble.. distress..

I can feel your warm breathing

gasping for air...

choking..

I have no power to read what is on your mind

Yet I see vivid illusions of your soul,

screaming...

raging like a wild river

roaring like an enraged thunder bolts.

I know you're scared,

I am too.
But the best thing to hold onto in life is each other.

Let me hold you..

ANZ 25/8/13 6:22pm