In lack of better words...

I have 2-3 pending posts. They've been started and worked on several times, yet not finished. The past couple days I've been at a loss for words. The timing could be better... much better. Regardless, in lieu of my absence of words, this is what I have to post:

I can't promise you that I won't let you down,
and I,
I can't promise you that I will be the only one around
when your hope falls down.
But we're young,
open flowers in the windy fields of this war-torn world.
And love,
this city breathes the plague of loving things more than their creators.

I ran away.
I could not take the burden of both, me and you.
It was too fast.
Casting love on me, as if it were a spell I could not break
when it was I promise I could not make.

But what if, I was wrong?

But hold on to what you believe in the light,
when the darkness has robbed you of all your sight.

And now, this land
means less and less to me without you breathing through it's trees.
At every turn,
the water runs away from me and the halo disappears
and the hole when you're not near.

So what if, I was wrong?

But hold on to what you believe in the light,
when the darkness has robbed you of all your sight.

So hold on to what you believed in the light.

- Hold On To What You Believe & Winter Winds (Bookshop sessions)
by Mumford and Sons.