To the end of the earth, we tread.
A million miles pressed into our feet.
It ends here, where you rest your head,
weary and worn with defeat.

This landscape challenges all sanity.
Against the rocks, an intrinsic glare.
This is the end of all humanity
where your weight is mine to bear.

It's a chilly evening.
Our breath, billowing.

Every offset light,
framing her face.

Our frantic ears,
scrambling to keep pace.

The simple warmth
of a flushed cheek
sends my mind reeling.

And the exquisite contours
of a trembling hand,
well...

Built against the sky,
lets watch them crumble
at our feet.

Emerge, with me,
from the wreckage.

And I'll carry the weight of your world.

I don't know what this is,
where we are,
or how it came to be.

All I know is I believe in it,
believe in you,
and what you give to me.

Inhale, release.
How unfamiliar?

A brief moment of clarity.

From this mold,
I've made a home.

I'm slipping through the cracks,
so keep up with me.

J'ai été témoin de toute une forme nouvelle de la beauté.
Gardez-moi ici, dans cet endroit.

While I deteriorated,
and the edges unfurled,
I found your name.
Somewhere in me,
along the fault line,
you were etched in dust.

Peel away my face.
Navigate. Search. Delve.
I want you to tear me to shreds.
Leave my parts on the floor.
Examine them.
And most importantly,
tell me what you see.