i hope the light in your eyes
never goes out.


crumble.It is November and you are trying to catch the wind words blowing through the cracks in the window, though they always seem to slip right through your slow fingers. You are trying to ignore the rain beating love songs into the pavement outside. Stories of Greek tragedies fill your mind,crumble.
you think about what a beautiful poem he would be.
You are trying to forget that soon the foundation will crumble, the roof will fall in. Soon
this will all fall apart.


Tomorrow means...Tonight. Storm clouds move in, wandering sea takes control of the sky. We stand on your rooftop, let our screams drown in the gale that sails our arms through the air like flags.Tomorrow means...
Tonight. We hide out in your basement, rediscover childhood nightmares in the darkness and roaring thunder.
Tomorrow. We are all flesh and limbs and beating hearts in the hum, faces turned skywards in hopes of catching a breath of warmth from the rising sun.
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