old haunts

it all started well and sound. almost too good to be true (i guess). and like every other year, things collapsed under my foot as the tall grass outgrow any sight, and the old haunts of the eve crawled over my head. tell me, why it has to be such a storm? i think i'll never know. and we'll cut our strings short like before, hoping to find exactly what we could already have. what we could already be. so now, so long, my dear. 'cause all the shine that came transformed into shadows, and it hurts to say but we're back to page one, what we could have been, what we could have had. (hope).