I think it is more like a ghost that has been following us both. Something vague that we're not seeing, something more like a feeling.

You see your breath in the air as you'll climb up the stairs to that coffin you call your apartment.

If you wanna see the future, Go stare into a cloud.

For a sunrise or a sunset, you're manic or you're depressed. Will you ever feel ok?

And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams - In what ethereal dances, By what eternal…

And then we saw him bolt. We heard the miniature thunder where he fled, And we saw him, or thought we saw him, dim and gray, Like a shadow across instead of be…

A dark unfathom'd tide Of interminable pride - A mystery, and a dream, Should my early life seem.