The end...
We ended, but I’m still in love. I long for the moment that you see me as worthy. Until now I’ve continued to live carrying you in my heart. Carrying you in my mind. Time is manipulated, because it’s flying by in moments spent apart, and retarded between moments spent together. A pool of desperation takes the form of sand in my mind. I push the grains away, and a million more take their place. We have this wonderful life on pause and I hope for the moment to press play.
















