Heavenly Conflict

dark, damp wheater. eerie wind seeps through my clothes. it's been a while since your departure. 5 minutes sure feels like forever. cigarettes won't make any difference, dear. and it really didn't make difference. just laid low here under the oak tree that once we've treasured. the past seems so sweet when we still have all the things we need. running directless, shouting like hell, laughing like there's no tomorrow.
time went by so fast. we're not gonna make it if we didn't keep track of it. memories with you strumming in my mind, shaking my consciousness. your departure is unbearable. i think my heart was gonna be exploded but i have a fuckin mighty heart. i'll give up that easy.

"All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go"
"I'm sitting here outside your door"
"I hate to wake you up and say goodbye"

Yes, I hate to wake you up, my dear. your presence means life to me. my departure is going to rip all the times we've spent. the good ones, bad ones, average ones, it'll all vanish into the dark and cold siberian sky.
But i need to find it, my love. my goal isn't here. far beyond this iron curtain lies our dream. sitting motionlessly. waiting for us to capture it. yes i know exactly what you feel, but you're the one who told me to chase my own dream right? i think i couldn't give you any better reasons for my departure this time. I'll make it fast, dear. and i'll make it last.

"It's not a cry that you hear at night"
"It's not somebody who've seen the light"
"It's a cold and it's a broken vow"

And so, my dear. iron curtain can't hold they down. their enemy is their own will. now, let the missiles curtain fall once again onto the fruit of humanity.

As always. You always reap what you sow.