Within us, everything was doomed to eternal silence; stilling the sound of blood if it ran in our veins and hushing those desperate screams of life as it ruthlessly strangled it. We lost hope, and with hope, we lost everything.
You whispered to me that pain has infinity to it, ephemeral as the glistening of masks. But I could hold happiness not a moment longer than I could hold the rain. Again I found myself thinking of you. And again I found myself wondering. I never touched you, so couldn't you be a hallucination? But I remembered you were as untouchable as my own soul, yet I couldn't deny its existence.
You said I was a drop in the ocean, but I was an ocean in a drop.
You chose to jump to the world of two dimensions and I couldn't stop you.
Behind the walls of a painting, my love resides