If you run through life you will miss much 
But only stop to look back for a moment
Because memory will take you prisoner.

Time will elapse and you will deteriorate...
dwelling in the past is a disease,
A disease of those long forgotton.

I am forgotten.

I do not exist.

I am not here.

I am only words to those who see me as such-

So remember this...
Remember my face-that which you have never seen.

Remember yourself-that which some of you have never seen.

And remember my words for I shall repeat them until death.

Sometimes I exist without sight.
Sometimes I pass the time by sleeping inside myself.
Sometimes I start to believe in my fears...
Thats what really scares me...

Sometimes I cry without tears.
You make me what you want me to be...
You see only that which you want to.

Remember...

lost souls have remembered...

~*home*~

back to my realm