l'amore vince sempre

running through our days of youth, holding onto nothing but the breath within our lungs, releasing any worry of what is to come next. falling in lust, and flirting with love, trying to believe that we'll live and learn, then decide that we'll live and live hard. innocence that once existed beyond reason slowly faded with our running feet as each day turned into the next and footprints in those dusty roads washed away with each rain. memories of hands and lips, eyes and chests became moments of trial, sorrow, hope and prayer; love, lust, desperation and desire; joy, sadness, life and death; warmth, safety, fear and sacrifice. days of reckless spontinaiety were lost with each doubt and insecurity, and our souls resisted, becoming careful and cautious as the dreams and wants from our youth seemed to shatter into the shadows of our past. decisions to live hard faded with loss and all of the breath felt as if it were being pulled straight from our lungs. blurs of moments flash through our heads like feet running through the rain, but after all of the hands and lips and eyes and chests, remember we said we'll live hard, so live hard, live recklessly and chase after the moments through the rain.