The more I think, the less I am
The more I love, the less I feel
The more I write, the less I know.
Whisper. Run. Slow.
All the flowers wilted
All the words lost their meaning
All the lives will fade.
Whisper. Run. Too late.
Nights turn into days
Friends turn into lovers
And we stop to remember.
Whisper. Run. Burning ember.