Aha, it is the past now.

No changes to be made.

Accept, learn, burn.

For how we took care these things.

And what it mend.

We see and feel in the past.

Let it fly my friend.

The perfect sentence is not found.

And we will never get close.

But I keep on searching for the words to come.

The words I used and didn't make it.

Leave the pressure towards ultimate freedom.

It is there where you did not search.

Look at the bright light,

it will be welcome at anytime.

No pain, no desire.

But I miss you with all my heart,

and I will always do so,

even when it costs my freedom,

because it will mean nothing if I didn't have the change to feel this.

Pure, souls, no vage love.