artupnashi (the prologue)

There's no combination of words I could put on the back of a postcard, no song that I could sing but I can try for your heart, our dreams, and they are made out of real things, like a shoebox of photographs, with sepiatone loving, love is the answer at least for most of the questions in my heart, like why are we here?

And where do we go? and how come it's so hard?

It's not always easy, and sometimes life can be deceiving, I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together.

And all of these moments just might find their way into my dreams tonight but I know that they'll be gone, when the morning light sings and brings new things, but tomorrow night you see that they'll be gone too, too many things I have to do, but if all of these dreams might find their way into my day to day scene.

I'll be under the impression, I was somewhere in-between with only two, just me and you. Not so many things we got to do, or places we got to be, we'll sit beneath the mango tree now.

I believe in memories, they look so, so pretty when I sleep, and when I wake up, you look so pretty sleeping next to me, but there is not enough time, and there is no, no song I could sing, and there is no combination of words I could say, but I will still tell you one thing, we're better together.