Staring at the acid washed sky, cloudy stains carrying eclectic imprints of a mind touched by sentiments. Inhaling the sweet reminders; exhaling the bitter reality.  Those moments, gone, faded away by the harsh abrasions.   Only a fool believes time grants second chances; one hoping for a Mulligan at the expense of the future.  This is a heavy price for delusions.

We took the leap of folly, falling towards adoration quickly, plunging into the depths of infatuation eventually drowning because we were unable to reach the surface.