Maybe I’m just empty space... Crawling... dissipating. Sinking into this nameless, Faceless, loveless, Human afterthought.
You and I. You. And I am damaged. I’ll rip myself apart and scrape the dust together, Maybe I’ll build myself from the ashes... Or maybe the wind will tear through this canyon again. I live in a depth you don’t want to understand. You and I. You. You don’t say you love me anymore.