Sakiobsolete

My dearest friend, We dwell in the past With memories long gone by. But we cannot postpone this task, For you are you and I am I. Two different perfumes for two different occasions. Ah. I cherish the experience. Different hemispheres. Trigger the purest of lives; The bare joy of innocence. With no one to blame. With no one to scorn. Trigger knowledge: A future to give, to share. The math to the heart. The speed of a strum. With eyes closed I walk forward Hoping to find my way through. Aim for the dance of a strung body For this walk seems to have no end.