Walking down the street, wet, crying and shaking... Walking to find a place to call home. A place where I can find the one I love. The place to remember how love used to be. Wanting to remember how was that hot feeling. It's never been warm to me. It always burned me up. It had to... You can't handle it you just feel it, burn in it and come up as another person. It shapes you while hurting you. You suffer, you fear to death. Love doesn't end at a certain time as it doesn't start that way. It is unexpected, unwelcomed but great to feel. Every teardrop you cry, you change, you get better. Every laugh makes you grow it makes you beautiful. Photographs... In those photos you seem so natural 'coz you're more real than ever in those moments. Happier, purer...