subject: feels like this.
time: 11:49am
music: the boy who giggled so sweet - emiliana torrini
mood: floaty

take my hand; we'll run a bad dream.

it's like looking through a telescope and watching us play among the stars. how close together we look, yet how far apart we actually are. its like holding the stars within our palms, and its glow fading every second we play together. and knowing that, the only way to reignition is with my letting you meander along the milky way so very far far away, and only then will there be light of day.

it's like a play of words that never ever make sense. like, i am a soggy sandcastle on a beach, always waiting for a wave to wash me away leaving the sand to recede into the ocean, like i was never even there in the first place. when in fact, truly, i am just afraid of the effects of severed strings because i know that somewhere inside we always felt, we were one rung up to reaching the sun. yet, the higher we tried climbing, the more soil in the ground beneath our feets gave way. we are waiting for gravity defied to happen, to sending us backwards through seperate freefalls and static. free fall falling, hopelessly fallen. no remedy.