
How do you explain the correlation in our habits or the choices we make to unwind?
Is it a coincidence that every rhythm you play pulls the heartstrings to my life? Or is it just an accident that we go throughout our days searching for signs?
Then, fooling ourselves that we’re both just fine because we’re not trusting our simultaneous outcries.
Consistently shoving aside a loving practice that is so rarely conceived, because our world is boring and sexually easy.
Here we are once more, putting the universe in the corner and rejecting its purpose, which leaves me scared.
Because the moment to do this might be too late for either of us to bare. Since, I’m feeling my heart leaving the station and you on the train with it, split into a tear.