And it suddenly goes dark.
Wish... wish... wish... upon a star to guide you on to reach her.
Always just a breath away, always just too far for me to stray.
Sometimes i fear the loneliness she’s left behind. I think she’s the only medicine that will fix these crumpled hearts of ours.
Sometimes I fear the depression, but I still don’t know how to help either of us.
Nothing makes sense... but it all makes sense to me.
A dream is just a sequel to a nightmare.
My fears for her are valid as she flits through the constellations, as she leaves behind unanswered doubts and questions that whirl through my mind.
Through the dust we orbited some colourful Planetary rings and suddenly so suddenly we were struck with logic, forcing our feet to halt.
What if the dream we were chasing happened to reject us?
We got too close and she was always just out of reach.
I’d been chasing her for so long, planning our every conversation shared.
No words reached my lips when she whispered: “Your world will soon end,” she touches her thumb to my lip to calm my bubbling emotions, “My world will soon end,” she says louder now hoping (I think) to break this sleep-spell she’d cast on me. “Our world will soon end,” she says in that same way a bored school mistress would when knowing her student still hasn’t grasped the information she spews forth. “This world will soon end,” she says exuberantly as she hugs me to her and happiness brightening her dark eyes.
for the times you dont think youll ever reach your goal & your stomach is permanently in knots
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