Like the sun that always misses the moon
The constellation weeps for them

Memories of you are so vivid
It feels like an out of body experience
In which fantasy and reality are commingled

The ocean kisses the shore
We're sailing paper boats out yonder
Though you're the waves and I'm the sand

I've never learned to fall
I've never learned to love
I've never learned to cherish and hold
But I've learned to never let go

Let's go to a place where only wild flowers grow
To feel the sun radiating off our skin and hear our laughters in the wind

Me: I should move on. I should change. Be a new (better) person.
Aslo me: *hides in my memory palace

Funny how you could spend a colossal amount of time stuck in the recesses of your mind. Lost on delicate thoughts about growing a herb garden or mulling over fictional characters.

Yea, me too.