Weak or strong?
Houses built on sand will fall as love to just one heart.
Futures are not set in stone but shift and move apart.
I made myself believe those truths to be lies.
I sheltered in that thought and I hoped that I would fly.
upon the grave of some spetcter I had sought.
Some memory of an adoration I wish I had forgot.
My vigil was long...
After this era I stood up and wiped my face.
My eyes looked for the grave but something else was in it's place.