quarta-feira, março 06, 2019
astray
we barely touched the ceiling this time. this once we came closer to the edge without ever meaning to fall, lost in a slow dive towards ourselves. and all we got from this is more drowning that led us far beyond any shore, stranded and longing for more. and i hope this is not all there is, i hope that there's a way to walk along these lines. and as far as my broken bones can go, we'll find the better way out from all we've been before.