Feeling so empty
What can take it away
It's the overthinking
That kills me,
That ends us.
Maybe, when we think so much
We realise that the love we have is too much to fathom.
So we just think, we just think too much
hoping that the thoughts we have will mend into memories that never end.
About the endless possibilities
And the countless consequences
That interlock and create a symphony of cacophony in our minds.
Our minds that don't stop thinking.
Our minds that end us after flights of stairs travelled to skyscrapers just to reach what we had.
What others envied
What I lost
What he wanted.