When it comes to the past
The stars are my refuge
And that might be half-assed
But the memories of the meteors
And the pull of the wind
Will never let me out of its grip
when the sky drifts I drift with it
Spiralling and spinning
Wishing I could just commit
That I could just stop for a second
But the constant motion
Like the ocean
Takes control for just a moment
Before I reach back into reality
And seal that moment back up
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 6:09 AM UTC
When it comes to the past
The stars are my refuge
And that might be half-assed
But the memories of the meteors
And the pull of the wind
Will never let me out of its grip
when the sky drifts I drift with it
Spiralling and spinning
Wishing I could just commit
That I could just stop for a second
But the constant motion
Like the ocean
Takes control for just a moment
Before I reach back into reality
And seal that moment back up