Then One Day, You Decided To Become A Memory.

Then one day, you decided to become a memory.

(When you become a memory)

Katie, 02: 32

If your world becomes a desert of snow,

I hope my love is en0ugh to warm you

Stormykatie, April 20th

We're a beautiful catastrophe, you and I.

Katie, 9:35

Where do midnight tears go?

After they cleanse the heart

Where do they run to?

Do they flow with the river

Or against the current

Of a raging sea

Fight their own sorrow

Bury themselves in the burrow

Clawed in the ocean floor

Where do they run to?

After taking all the bitterness

Where do they hide

Do they run to reveal

What lips screamed

In the depth of despair

A moment of helplessness

Lungs gasping for air

After they fall

Where do they go?

Somewhere dark

A forest of snow

Where do they rest

After calming hysteria

Do they linger beneath the pillows

And wait for tomorrow

As I wait for you

After your footsteps are gone

Their echo disappeared

Into the long corridor of time

I sit by my bed

Watching the candlestick

Consume itself with its fire

The chilled wind of dawn

Comes to greet me

I shiver against its gust

And remember your touch

And how warm it has felt

Against my skin

Too warm that it hid

The truth that you are leaving

So I wept like a child

Gone insane for a while

For a little while

Then my own tears

Flodded my world

Drowned me

But in the end, taught me

How to swim to the surface

And now my eyes are dry

Where do the tears go?

After cleansing me

For another sullen midnight

Where do they hide?

Do they roll on my pillow

Linger longer than I do?

Or are they somewhere tracing

The steps back to you?

-Tracing the steps back to you,

Katie, 13:00

I confess, doubt has been restraining me from the beginning. I didn't really think we can make it. But look at us, we made it this far.

We made it this far to say goodbye.

(Surprisingly, we made it farther than I thought)

Katie, 21:00

If I swing the sword

While I cannot see

Will my judgment be

An epitome

Of what this world perceives

Justice would be?

I give good counsel

But I cannot see

Someone blindfolded me

With a cloth

So I can decide

With fairness

But I can hear

Voices urging me

To swing the sword

If I hit someone

I would not know

Because I am blinded

But they say it's just

So I thread thorny paths

I falter, get wounded

For I cannot see

I just follow the voices

Telling me

This way, Themis!

But which way?

I can only hear

And I don't trust the voices

Sometimes they shout

Sometimes they mumble

So now I am lost

The voices stopped

I am engulfed in silence

Where should I go?

Which way should

I swing the sword?

Do I have to

Swing the sword?

Please tell me so

If I have to...

-Swing the sword,

Katie, 18:30

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