You and me, we share no stories,
no convergences.
There are no bridges binding together the extremes we breathe in. There are no constellations connecting the dots of our reality. There are no heartstrings holding us together. There are no poles to measure the distance by which we are apart from each other.
There is nothing common between you and me except the fact that we dream under the same blanket of darkness, shades of that blanket might be different at times yet, you shiver, sweat and squeeze just like me.
You and me, we share no stories.
What we share are just some nightmares, nightmares we can't ever swap.
-Prachi
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 12:24 PM UTC
You and me, we share no stories,
no convergences.
There are no bridges binding together the extremes we breathe in. There are no constellations connecting the dots of our reality. There are no heartstrings holding us together. There are no poles to measure the distance by which we are apart from each other.
There is nothing common between you and me except the fact that we dream under the same blanket of darkness, shades of that blanket might be different at times yet, you shiver, sweat and squeeze just like me.
You and me, we share no stories.
What we share are just some nightmares, nightmares we can't ever swap.
-Prachi