you see, i am unable to muster strength
with rashes in heart, and a raucous mind, my companion.. the confines of scarry.. solitary nights, still give rise to dream.. the dream of layout of our future
once your cynosure, now needs a ferry, to reach the bedrock point, of our togetherness! the hinge is missing somewhere, in the darkness of(mis) understanding, i could still dream.. the lantern in your hand, searching the hinge, with me, together! to ward off the abyss of murkiness, here or with you,there?