its almost as if im a meager child waiting by the windowsill, leaving parts of myself i thought i didnt need anymore, yet as days and nights flash before my eyes, i wonder if this is how i dreamt to be when i tuck myself to sleep.
its almost as if im walking in the darkness with nothing to guide me but my own foolishness, grasping at any broken material just to keep me from falling — yet much to my own dismay, i lie here in the cold floor – mangled and barren.
and i ponder;
is the universe trying to keep us together or apart?
this is what it felt like to love you; just as how icarus loved the sun.