tangled in our own separate adventures,
our moments happened
all at once, and all too fast.
not a single emotion
was certain nor secured,
but we were having a blast.
emotions are merely visitors,
so I let them come and go.
like all wise men once said,
you reap what you sow.
to be in a dazed state
as i let my butterflies run free.
am i an hour or a few years too late?
for all thats left of you are sacred debris.
if you lost your way through hell,
just know im waiting;
grab a map and navigate through isohel.
