if I filled your room with stars, would it be enough to cause another life? permanent? or is the feeling lost?
if I'm being honest with you, the cigarette smoke is not the issue. you can politely drag me anywhere you fucking want to. if I could've, I would've done something more to see you. I'm happy just to see you smile. it's been a while - it's getting hard to reach you. traveled north to see you, stumbled home with all my issues. you're way too smart. (I'm falling apart)
saw your ghost in the parking lot two years later. blinked and you were gone. like the moth in the glass this feeling too will pass. guilty for using reason. permanent loss of feeling. as if to say there's nothing left worth saying.
