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Leah/Jacob – " Who will love you? Who will fight? " –Bon Iver
I'm neither here nor there; I'm neither free nor caged. I'm something that's lost, and longs to be found, I'm someone who's always been closed, but wants so much, to be open. Maybe one-day things will change, and we will be different. We'll live in a place where we can pretend that we always belonged to each other. And that everything that happened before was nothing more then a breath, a sigh, a page being turned in the candlelight.
Those unwalked trails; those roads where we could have turned, are buried deep within ourselves, in places that we fear to go. Only to be glimpsed at, every now and then, in mirrors and pools of light, or in the lonely hours of the long night. When those unlived lives are revealed to us, hidden away with all other things that have been lost, and which call out to us, in a sorrowful lament.
But only for a fleeting moment, before they too disappear, and we alone are left, abandoned together once more. With nothing but the sound of your heart beating in time with mine, and with nothing but the touch of your deserted hands, keeping me from falling away.