the memories I no longer remember.

under the stars 

you feel more like a Ghost

and I feel more like Death. 

the clouds still move 

and the day still creeps upon us. 

I wish midnight lasted forever 

just one day a year. 

so I could be thankful for all the days filled with nothing. 

questions before collapse.

this lollipop feels like a planet in my mouth

and I'm still worried about what you think. 

midnight turns into sunrise, 

and just this once

I'm still awake. 

Rekindling memories of the unspoken feeling

of being lost. 

But now everything hangs on a string. 

old friends or comfort zones? 

the clock keeps moving, but time tells me nothing. 

nothing but the truth under a couple of lies.

this is a beautiful mess. 

we're choosing to ignore. 

but that's okay. 

because this will end. 

because it all must end. 

time is never on our side. 

rising.

if winter is such a disease 

then why do I treat it as a gift?

the cold isn't even that cold. 

my head is stirring. 

its as if everything was clear, 

but I attempt to make it unclear. 

why must I be fed with this disaster?

trees and storms.

I can't be free
unless i'm flying in an airplane, engulfed in the clouds.
I can't be free
unless i'm driving across open roads, engulfed in the wind.

there's so much safety in going without a destination.