If only I could run away. Into the words Ill never say. It would be easier than this. My soul facing you. . And only now we share the weight. The sudden twisting turns of fate.
A million suns are shining. A thousand rivers rushing. Memories returning to me. . We are something out of nothing. And forever now embracing. A universal longing, I believe.
When you were Santorin. You were once worshiped as a fire king. South of Naxos, shaped by Scirocco heat. Far above surfacing the Sea of Crete, your feet.