Date: 8-11-2027 (Reality)
Lucas' p.o.v
Back at the crossroads, I struggle to breakaway from you.
History has a really tight hold on us. A hazy daze, the
distinction between the you that I know and the you that
I don't know. Gathering dust, one great unsolved mystery,
your questionable unexplainable motives. Endless twilight,
echoes of what could've should've would've been. A long-awaited
overdue goodbye, eternity's dissolution. Rust, redundant past lives,
the broken body of Christ. Beckoning ocean waves, irreplaceable sacred
items, my memories and flashbacks. Still holding onto a dying dream,
I live in a fantasy world. Starting over again won't be easy, but I will try to embrace
change.