you, and me, we are, unified souls, simply, united, an unbreakable set, underway, sailing, like ship and sea, this two-way street, you, and me, we are, us. [one].
I listen, And it takes me back. “A little while longer,” I tell myself. And although I hold onto hope, Sometimes I let myself slip through the cracks Of this endless cycle of dreams, deaths, and everything in between.
positivity is being slow... in a slew of good and bad, opposing moments roll through my brain and every day i pick and choose: analyze detect absorb deflect and every day I feel the pain of better days that’s haven’t happened yet