"somewhere within the torrents of this longing, there's a smell that lingers - a smell like home, something like you.
within the remains of an abandoned city, that was built on your name, there are ghosts of people who came and walked away.
but there is a statue at the center of it, and it looks a bit like me. tulips surround it and winds make love with it. those winds, ah they remind me of you and how you left, brushing against my skin, but only for a moment.
there are trips this heart has towards a distant land of you when sunk deep into my chair, I sit in a puddle of tears. tears - so I sense them run down my face as an assurance - that I still feel.
and when this heart settles to a beat, I think of us as those double rainbows we used to chase, a perfect illusion of being there even when actually not. but being there, beside each other, until the sun shines."