I accompanied Stacey through our Getaway.
Thank God she let me off on my own.

I travelled more or less solely.

It is meant to be a Getaway anyway.

We wrote Letters to A. together along as we travelled.
Met a whole new world that we did not belong to, but that feeling of unfamiliarity was upmost charming.

Love can be found in between spaces, and we found it.

I'll tell you more again later.

Eu sou pesaroso, deixei-me pedir este espaço por um quando.
Obrigado.

I think this is it.
I don't feel like it anymore.
Whatever I have now, may I so foolishly and selfishly charge you to take it all back.
Words are vicious, they may materialise even quicker than a blink.

And I would never want that to happen, but yet, I have asked you to do so.
Perhaps this is Man, naked and meek.
Uncertain and dwelling in stupidity.
Perhaps this is what suicide really is for.

Death, is so slient and innocent.
What taints it is not the lifes that it takes, but the lifes that came so freely to it.

Spare Death the agony, the blame always rested on its reaper.

Please, just have me alone here now.
Over, it must be.

We'll be leaving soon.
Hel will never allow our intrusion, nor will Hlín give us her condolence.
We are not blessed souls.
Loki must be sniggering at the foot of Yggdrasill, in his hands a blade stained with the blood of Skuld.
And that ceases our future.

I think I have just fallen out of love.


Although I may speak of them so strongly, I know I lied.

Hath the folly gotten into her?

Her tree has already start'd to wither.
What a fool to hath think that she 'll be able to breed her hope in such playings.

What a fool, indeed.

Deldam, I condemned. Of upmost reluctance.

Forlornly carressing her gentle, pale babe.

She reeks of fustiness. She was the epitome of hokum.

Hoi polloi, I charge you.
The meekness of her stature disgust me.

As the nascent seeds urge for water, I will not give them.
Most pivotal, I seek to differ.

You as a poltergeist, peevish as usual.
Begone, your reign has fallen, and deep hath it.

You take what I say as a rain check.
Although you very well know that your tapestry will soon fall, and Art be forgotten.

Please,
Save yourself.


This, I sing to you my lover.
My Preface, to your end.

"Can you cease your
thoughts about it?"

"Can I be stern and say forever?"

She told me not to try it on her anymore, don't ever say that again.
That is not a cure, it is indeed a catalyst to quicken Death of our minds.

I am still pondering on something.
And somehow, I know that 'll never find my answer.


So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long that I have my name to keep;

She can never find it on her own.
Trust me in that.

Guess what now, the rain is falling.
Just like me.

I get the feeling that she'll be running away again, I know her too well.

If she reads it, she might just cease to proceed further.

It will then, stop right there.
And when she'll walk again, I have no idea too.

But I don't want her to be like that.
Grow up now.
Please.

Mim não estou realmente aqui, como posso eu ajudá-la?

Great, everything feels well now.

Somehow, although it's still not very certain.
We're working on it.

So yes, till that some day, may it just be tomorrow.

But really, que sou eu aqui para agora?
She doesn't really needs much of me now.

We should ponder over it.

I am here now.
Thank you.

The rain helped me to be lost but it also helped me to find my way home.

How is it?

I have no idea, the works of Nature is cyclical.
I will put you in my Grace.

Thank you Mother Nature,
Amen.

I am starting to sound like her now.