How could you expect me to leave without saying goodbye?
I suppose we falter when fate draws near, because we see it as an end instead of a beginning, fixed rather than endless.
I open my window to better hear the rain, to smell the scent of its life pooling in the hearts of the flowers that grow towards the frame, trying to peek in. The stars watch me undress through open blinds, their eyes twinkling as they open and shut. So peaceful far away, an unbearable roar up close.
It's my turn now, to watch as we fade, falling backwards through my thoughts with the frequency of breath.
I suppose we falter when fate draws near, because we see it as an end instead of a beginning, fixed rather than endless.
I open my window to better hear the rain, to smell the scent of its life pooling in the hearts of the flowers that grow towards the frame, trying to peek in. The stars watch me undress through open blinds, their eyes twinkling as they open and shut. So peaceful far away, an unbearable roar up close.
It's my turn now, to watch as we fade, falling backwards through my thoughts with the frequency of breath.
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