"letters for the myth"

the sad part-
all the memories will be as pure as the rambling dessert of plateaus.
the goodness and perplexities that we shared in our past lives will be engraved in the lonely corners of our midnight theaters.
the sky that resembles on a sunlit afternoon will never cast its shadow.
all the doubts and pieces of our wondering minds will continue its trail along the distorts.
all my flendish and unguided mind has brought me into a world of the endings.
my feet and soul has delivered a costly effect that could certainly change in a blink.
my remorse and frailties demands a greater tension of unfulfillment.
all the portraits of our memory will vanish into the amidst.
 all the tears we cried are abundantly vestige into the surface of our soul. 

am on a hot seat with a lot less chats of covered mouth.
better grind for what tomorrow brings and none of the past.

i brought you into this, you should have been thinking!, as you say.
these impelling words are more deeply twisting and enfeebling my soul.
the sad part is they will stay until were physically alive.