Today I was walking in the rain. Walking home. And I saw those sad messengers -- autumn leaves. They looked so sad in their beauty. And I wanted to shout out "NO! No, no, no, no... No, please, don't go! Don't leave me with these leaves that look like beautiful memories from my past." And I know that these leaves will become colourless in time. And then they will fade till the point of disappearance. I'm not ready for the autumn. I'm not ready to be surrounded by cold and darkness. All that beauty is like a splendid carneval before the long decay and white emptiness. And I am the one who cannot have fun in these masquerades and festivities. Because my tomorrows are stolen.
It's like a dream. So imaginary. Like an autumn made by someone's will. An artificial autumn to confuse me even more than I already am.
Baby, I'm still your...
Maybe I will never be free from the Reaper because I don't want to. His hand is warm. And the places where He led me to are full of light and joy, and laughter. I am alone now in His company. He is just a mediator.
Between The Lines