it seems, we already managed all our wars.
and yet, sometimes i keep dreaming that we don`t.
you were born November, and i do not know why,
it keeps scaling me that you are somehow better
of a water element, than I am.
is this even irrelevant?
i love you that much,
i would keep killing you over and over again.
forever.
...
there are days, i come to think that after all
it does not matter anymore if you will love me.
probably, one part of me is inspired by the legend that never ends.
probably, another part of me is just tired of chasing the already done.
let us just say, hell.
the scales will be balanced. from now and till the end of time.