I see those tracks in the snow from 2002. What she spent her hours with as I pushed her away. 2010 I have forgotten what it was like to be two. Yet I know had I been givven a second chance I would walk the same path. Regret is pointless, forward is the truth.
Those tracks in the snowcovered lawn changed me forever, seen from a balchony, seeing "Vichingo & Bamba" printed by small feet in cold snow. I regret everything yet I regret nothing.
What I wonder now is what one more year in this cold forsaken Kingdom of Ice will do to me.
I've been searching and I found riddles to hold on to, but no answers. Yet age and experince tell me there's no more to life but what we subscribe to.
Thus I trust in madness, I aim south yet again, hoping my aim to be true!
I walk forward, yet cling to the memory of you.
Emo-boy, signing out.
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