And the beat goes on...

Mirrors. Broken mirrors.
Love FOUND. Love LOST.
Love dwindling. Love staying.
Love tortured. ...Love sucks.

Realizations. Revelations.
Frustrations. Hope.
The deafening sound of sadness
The deafening sound of silence

Saturday...
The theme song on loop...
"We were supposed to take a picture...
...I hope we can remember the lives we had."

Thunderous events pile one after the other.
Lightning crashes, so the song says.
I suppose this is that part.
"...The angel closes her eyes."

Storms on the horizon...
Slowly merging as ONE.
Take shelter. Take anything.
Take whatever you can get.

...Because pretty soon, there might be nothing left...