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.

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