How do I capture the air? How do I bottle the free? It moves to its own beat; it dances to its own music. How do I capture the air? (You talked to a writer, bro smiley)
(hahahaha) You force it into your lungs, and pray it stays till you can breathe it into me.
How can I hold it in that long? It will die inside me before I could ever reach your door, and I will die before I could see our meeting place your shadow at the end of the road Just the merest hint that I'm this close. But I can't. I can't cross that distance. I can't see you, because death will tear us apart, because of my foolish pride, because I dared tried to capture the air.
Then death should be the sweetest thing to touch your lips, next to the air that brought u[s] together and tore us apart.
This is from a series of screenshots of a Messenger thread long gone, with this particular exchange taking place around mid-June to late July 2014. Line breaks indicate a change in speaker. It started as a pasalubong joke, but yeah :)) I hope you're okay. Thank you for the art.