If not now, when? She stared at the passing white lines and was fixated. Deciding to start from the middle instead the end. Because the end was too sad of a place to visit. She was blind and didnt even notice it. What hurts the most is not the break of my heart like the white lines but the beautiful things that will never come to be.
If not us, who? I was offer to go dancing with sweet Lucifer and his lover Brutus. Hearing the words of many but she only listen to a few. Because the fallen Angels words was sweeter honey. If not us then whom indeed? The line was no longer broken but streaming along the pavement, she tries to stare at it forever. Escaping.
But truth always comes and knocks her off her feet. If not together, than how can they both avoid defeat? Whats the point when they have already lost? Stabbed in the back with a knife called lust. Et tu, Bruté? She pondered that as the white lines started to disappear and reappear in front of her eyes again.