I cannot go back to the way things were when i have seen a glimpse of the glory you will show me when i run after you.
I cannot bury everything you’ve said under the dust and live life again like i have never ever thought of leaving everything behind.
I cannot talk like i have not had a foretaste of what is real, a teaser of things to come. i cannot, all things seem fake now, so rough, so shallow.
I cannot go back to living like this is what I’m made for, i know this is not yet it.
I cannot fold up and stop dreaming vivid, technicolor dreams. for without you, dreams. my sleep would be too deep.