This morning - I knew I loved you before I met you...Savage!
Unsolved cold case, that's all your death is. Today, the tag from your folder pops out in my day dream. I see a curvy feminine silhouette coming closer from across the hall. Just like a boomerang of past emotion, I've lusted after for a while, your shadow hits mine. My body resists the movment, staying calm in the face of temptation. And it's not because of fear, I'm just training my brains. Is it you? Silently, I'm waiting the sun to move a bit higher and further, so your shadow may merge into mine.
But here's the feeling, right in fornt of my face...right where it all started back at one gone day. Is it really you? A dead case with wide open eyes fixing the thrill. We are getting too close in a dance, but I can feel it's really me who's living the vertigo...again. Step back. Repeating myself, it's not fear, it's just a little bit late. And the more we stay, the more I recognize you from the grave. Recreating the crime scene: age,sex,location - everything's the same. Would it all turn wrong again? Remember? An innocent dance and a great emberassing fall. Back at the days, I longed to save you, but instead I cut open my chest. Result: I burried you with bleeding heart, feeling half dead... But I ain't Juliet, I came back from the dark, realizing it was a fool's game to poison myself.
Remember? I tried to save you...To save you from your past, the misery of the present and preserve you for a greater future...naive little Juliet.
Is it really you? Is it a Deja Vu? Should I try to save you...again?
Life gives me a chance to do it right this time. Isn't that what we call magic - the power to turn back the hands of time, just to erease the very end and get back to the start... without any burning memories...doing it right with an unknown wisdom gained from undone wrongs. May be I am that one in a million soul, who gets this pure second chance. A chance to do it right...
I have a chance, it is my choice!
It's all clear! Now I know, it ain't fear! My mind is grown, my wisdom is solid, my present is now. I don't want to forget! I double the doses of my memory pills and swallow them with cold water. I must never forget. I should always remember. You hit me! You open my chest! You watched me bleed till I faint. I woke up on my own! I crawled on my own knees back to the daylight. There were my lungs learning to breath while displaying a scopic inner view through my opened-self. It was me, half dead, throwing soil on a grave of a man in a great health. I was the one who died before I managed to burry you alive. I forgive, but I should never forget!
Wisdom comes with the pain...I'm not stepping ahead. You are dead.
Now - I am all evoleved and fully grown with 3 Dimentions of my own...Airborne!
Case closed!
