Were you always there, besides in my mind? I didn't think so. We wanted this to be real, to sleep while angels watched over us. They're calling me to go back anew. The elegies remain the same, as the static "love" radiates and melts minds. This pattern makes us want to walk away, but we can't just walk away as we once could. We've gently tampered with the fragile balance they feared would fall.

"Something's got to change."