..through the looking glass..

i am the owner
of this heart that no longer beats
for you

you were the sweet december
that took five months to bloom
that burned with a passion so strong
that it blew out all of my candles

boarding the train to the neverland of hearts
mornings do come, as Alice said
where this tree unhinges
its roots from your memory

opening the door
to room 2046 of dreams
i look back at all the the rose petals caught in mid-air
wondering if there really is a happy ending
beneath all these
wishful thinking and passionate goodbyes

my step is unsure
and the wind breaks from the right side
breathing my last, i look back at you
leaving you a burning farewell kiss
as i step off and
abandon ship.

He didn't turn back.
It's as if he boarded a very long train headed for a drowsy future through the unfathomable night.
Everyone who goes to 2046 has the same intention: they want to recapture lost memories.

Because in 2046, nothing ever changes.
But nobody really knows if that is true or not

because nobody has ever come back.

-Chow Mo-Wan, in Wong Kar-Wai's 2046