Cloudy thoughts rain like a veil over my head. I go through a decadent trip on these wheels that get me nowhere near you. I can’t seem to grasp your secrets as well as I used to, and I keep moving here and there without knowing where I am, because the only place I can stay still is you. And althought I’m not willing to give up on this heavy road, it hurts every inch I take. I reckon your thoughts about me are bland, and the memories of us are faded, but that second you go back to the ones we used to be, the veil fades away and I’m able to stop and take in the breath of the flowers, the luscious greenest of greens, the warm scent of the sun.