Hello, here is something minimal-cryptic-wise you can read at my blog :) :
Some secrets tend to become lighter if only two shoulders remain to carry them. Some others not.
I cannot say what years have come and gone. I only know the silence – it breathed on and in. What sang in me sings no more. Where stood a wild heart stirred no more. There stood wild heart. And I have been slain. Head full of ghosts tonight. Have I gone insane? Was it wrong to go down. To want you to stay? Head full of ghosts tonight. Have I gone insane?