19/11/2008 -

that was YOUR song,

and that was YOURS.

an epitome of memories,

driven by dreams and reality.

it was my song,

of gentle rain falling down on the pavement,

cascading gradually in the face of time,

its little bliss it brought as much as its variation.

the circular perambulations of life,

where will it end but the start?

its moments of euphoria wrought in pangs of pain,

those days of sunshine blotted by clouds of rain.

le pacchia et finito,

thy deed is done.

all lies in blinded hope,

and a battle that needs to be won.

the day the light trickles into the cavern of darkness,

the day the night fills with warmth what was cold within,

the day the tears dont fall,

and crash around me...

I can safety say...

I have arrived.