Seven years,
tell me all that can happen,
tell me a story about a boy
who becomes a man,
falls in love
and loses more than he imagined.
My story.
Record for me my madness,
every little obsession,
every time I had trouble letting go,
and everything that I've learned
about myself,
and about us.
A childhood home left,
eternal goodbyes we never want to say,
but must be said eventually.
Goodbye to the first love,
and the second and the third,
but hopefully not this one.
A child wandering through the grey,
lost in the uniform landscape
who stumbles upon a vivid forest.
Put pen to paper
and he is ablaze,
the child of fire is home.
Seven years,
we could never say what will happen,
and we could never say it all.
Too much has happened
in the past seven years of my life,
when this all began.
-Zero
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