What The Heart Wants...
What The Heart Wants...
Nothing else matters when I'm inside me, lost in the cold winds by the side into an imaginary world beneath a stone too heavy to carry.
What does it mean when I'm lost into unfathomable solitude inside the dead grave of a friend or flying in the freezing sky wandering through the reality into the hailstorm I created.
Doesn't it matter anymore when I'm with you by your side?
An arc of everything wanting to curl in up, far away from reality into something I can call mine.
