we are not the same
i was falling apart
you were falling in love

we are the same
i was falling in love
you were falling apart

we are not the same
i found myself through us
you lost yourself through us

we are the same
i lost myself through us
you found yourself through us

just an inch closer
I'm almost there

oh, you've taken a new step

just an inch closer
we're almost there

oh, you've changed your mind

a mere inch it may be
but on parallel standings,
we're still worlds apart

that's okay
we were almost there

— cs wondering

solitude is the warm, afternoon sun
that shines on your skin
the kind that makes you feel
sleepy and lazily comfortable
the kind that makes you
doze off to a string of daydreams

solitude is the stale, cold air
that creeps through your open windows at night
the kind that embraces you
while you're tucked beneath your sheets
the kind that gets you restless
as you toss and turn to a string of thoughts

it is precisely the gap between
a knowing, comfortable silence and restlessness

i toss and turn,
i pace back and forth between silence and restlessness
i am at peace
yet i am at a state of unrest
i like solitude today
yet i also feel lonely tonight

am i at peace or
am i merely stuck in a state of nothingness?

are you at peace?
or do you merely dream of being at peace?

— cs wondering

I still remember how it felt when I first knew him.
I didn't always love him.
I thought him to be arrogant and cocky.
But endearing all at the same time.
He had this childlike, careless spirit.
I was less of an adventurer,
on the other hand.

But for some reason,
he made me feel awfully brave.

When you love someone
Sometimes you let them go

It’s funny you used to think I’m not affectionate
It’s funny you used to think I didn’t enjoy cuddling
It’s funny you used to think it’s a bonus if I touched you
It’s funny you said I love you first.

Yet today I cling onto every hope you give
And every touch you make.

The sequence is all messed up,
You loved me first
But I ended up loving you more.

Will we always remain on parallel standings?
Or will we eventually meet again?

I suppose the closest thing to love
That’s left between us now
Would be distance

I’ll let you go
In hopes that
You’ll come back home again.

Or maybe I’m not letting you go
I’m just letting myself hope.