04 June 2010


When the change is complete, what is left is just a shell.

When the conviction is gone, what remains is an emptiness.

What was lost before, would once again be lost.

What was then a haven, would just be a thing of the past.

When the heart is gone, only a cold occupies its place.

What was once a beautiful dream, would just be a burst bubble in the air.

And when the dust settles, where would I be?