13th of September, Let Me Remember...

One more hour to go and this eventful day is about to end its metaphysical state and charter to the land of memories forever encapsuled in a frozen state, unreal, illusion, yet will breathe more life than the actual living world. Reality, but a segway that crosses between the now and the known, and carries with it encapsuled memories to serve as both vice and vicar as we become the saint and the sinner. Forever locked in a deathdefying tango. Forever locked in a passionate embrace in a small room of coldplay's choice. Forever, in passion lain, soft kisses are the language of the free soul and the bleeding heart. Unending. Splashes of white and red. Drops of beer and ashes on the street floor. Burn the morning sky with its blazing, golden banner. It is ours, my friend. The day is ours. As real and surreal as a fragile belief. Let it echo on to the halls of our eternity. A memory.