Avalanche

it's haunting my every reflection and dream silently surrounding without tears always there, why can't I forget that door, pressed but not opened wondering if perhaps, I was simply attempting to stay relevant caught up in some fool's ecstasy of belonging of being part of something long lasting, maybe even forever. guess I should have known that option doesn't seem to remain with me spots don't change leopards can't lie, memories fade and grow short and I? right back where it all began underneath some mindless avalanche inside midnight's magical headroom where fairy tales don't snap and eveything is sealed around the chosen few if only for those loose grains of time we did revel as one believed in the scenes lived as nothing else mattered I will never...