Life of a Romanticist

Sometimes terror strikes

within the hearts of men

not jolly, but prejudice the reckoning

of wits we crave something not nothing

have we ever wondered what was like

since the dream we made for ourselves

luna disappears and yet we still imagine

discovering the galaxies left unknown

the cosmic horrors still keep us awake

we all want the same thing.

whatever you choose is for

your own consequence.

you

live with

the choices

you make.

"Stories, are where are memories go when they are forgotten." - 12th Doctor.

To Live! To Life! To Love!

We must remember what it was like

Before we lost

Ourselves.