A remember tempus fugit

seems that air is one thing that keeps on wishing me a breakthrough, the hell we raised together in my soul, is mirrored by a wandering state of alternating heartaches, each one is unique and each one kills, kills more then it feeds the lost.

I wanted to be killed in seasons, killed in the leafs and set free by the wind.

always seemed that you were the only being ,in whose arms I felt sheltered by this terible reality,and you offered me something that I needed the most