a seclusion in your bed of chasing unfinished ends, you are not just another one.
ive never heard silence so loud as it echoes through these marble hills.
with a countless loss of dopamine yet if you are doing fine, ill do my best not to intervene.
seeing you, i have to hold it in and put up a wall to not interconnect our arms.
looking at ourselves in your mirror as my eyes dont even match up to yours anymore, following your voice which makes it harder to not trace back to our course.
i know im going to far,
as im only showing my love for you through art.
the mist from the sky falling delicately on your face, envying the times where that was my place. (8:59 pm)