thoughts of what we've lost and gained br are twisting this allegory br onto itself br always tired br never resting br time was never an ally br br we talk in soft voices br making efforts to push time br the inevitable forgone conclusions br slightly further out of sight br it's working from where I sit br even sadness is warm and familiar with you br br the numbness is gone br instead awakened is dormant passion br unfamiliar enthusiasm br appreciation for mundane drones and routine br i've never been so fucking happy sitting next to someone on a bus br br i see four stars from where I’m sitting br please tell me you can see them too br remind me you’re on this earth with me br br we hold on to br each dying second br savouring moments br sticking memories br on our walls br not forgetting br not forgetting br br when waiting vacant expectations br pull my nerves br the complex puppetry of trembling limbs br in continuum br every second away from you br i'm consumed br mesmerised by memories br tripping over expectations br br wasting time never felt so productive br bright lights masking past struggles br Tendencies for melodrama foster apprehension br br I remember lies I told myself to create fantasies br where all happiness is fiction br naive pursuit leaves me depleted br deconstructing feelings br thinking about thinking br and writing about writing br br but time is fluid br thoughts come easier br like cones were stoned stones you've thrown br away and further than I thought br br no longer do i easily find inspiration br defaulting to self pity br fuck wallowing in tears shed br over an unwillingness to let go br step outside br come with me br br br we hold on to br each dying second br savouring moments br sticking memories br on our walls br not forgetting br not forgetting br br available at