Space

Fuck the endless sea, the sky and every inch that lies between these words and the house youve grown up in. You and me. Us. Feel's good, doesn't it? Feels great. I'll fucking miss you when you go baby, don't make me miss you when we go our seperate ways. I know you know I think about it, so just listen.

I don't want the end to come. There's a whole world dying, and I'm in this box of self value, logic, self-defined reasoning, and either excessive emotion or lack there of, that's me. So, the world's dying and I can twist and tangle my contents, but I'm in the box. I'm stubborn and I'm not going to open it. Would you, if you could? If you thought you couldn't, would you try?

Change is going to come, I know. I'm fine with that, but fuck the endless sea, the sky and every inch between you and me.