Weeping Skies

Everything is based on reason. Happiness, remorse, anger, disgust, temptation. All of this shapes your reality. Your identity. But you should know. Anything you have found would be lost at a certain point. At a certain time. Hope. Faith. Love. Life. Her.

Could I find her? Could I wipe the tears that I conjured up? Could I melt that scorn into a smile? Could I?