Words spilled around us like the snow in october. Rare but calming.
It seemed to me that all of those words came from some ancient cave that had never seen light. I felt an overwhelming wave of sadness crash into the shores of my heart. How I longed to have happiness in a bottle so that you could drink from it. But you found happiness in my arms and I would never object to that.
I wanted to stop time, just as much as you wanted me to stay.
In June, all of our glances lacked any kind of realism
and yet we find ourselves immersed in this truthful gaze
in the end of a Snowy October.