Mulder's p.o.v
Forever stuck in the same old place, praying doesn't make any difference at all. Ocean deep blue eyes embrace this distance and silence between us. Rest in peace, patience. Echoes of what could've should've would've been, solace and grace kiss my face everyday. A valley of dead souls, a haunting enchanted melody, the red bleeding body of Christ paints the sky crimson. Easily broken vulnerable hearts are gone way too soon in this twilight zone. Radiant haloes mark the trail toward the yellow brick road. Off and on relationships change with each passing season. Godspeed, goodluck, goodnight and goodbye for now, my fellow companion. Unborn dreams, unwritten history transform my life into a mystery novel. Elshaddai, please breakthrough these clouds surrounding my world so that I may see and think clearly again.