Jul 20, 2013
For some reason, the first thing that comes to mind when I close my eyes are the young shadows of a promise made, blurred in the dim light of that day. "Even now, is there still something left by your side?" I ask. If the wind will carry my question, surely your answer will reach me.
Remember when we were kids, that broken clock, covered in dust? How we moves its hands forwards with our fingers, not saying a word? The place where it all began, a place with no name that I called my own...
No matter where I am, I promise, I swear, forever and ever, to search for tomorrow.