the slow art of breathing bitter

I'll Be There With You

Wherever you go in the dark or mist

The chaos would be around.

No matter whatever is known for it,

I'll run behind.

In the calmness of the storm waves

Thrashing upon this poor heart;

In the whirlpool of locked memories

I'll find you no matter if the stars don't spark.

I may not know how far you've gone,

I don't care about the cries behind me—

Calling me to come back home.

Dear, I can even drown to find you—

In the trembling of the dark melee or every broken passion known,

You go ahead; it doesn't matter,

I'll just let myself too to go on.