Is it possible to love someone even when you don’t know them? Is it possible to love memory of something that we use to have? Dream that passed by, picture that flips by our eye. No, it’s just my heart again. Dead sound of loneliness. Another night full of tears. Nightmares that come back, faces that I miss. I will just let you go, take my heart as well. Its dark in here anyway. It is possible to die even when you are alive.