walking above myself, is it day or night I cant tell
i promise i am not angry; at you or myself
my thoughts, they stray like a wild animal, sometimes to the nearest oasis
i wonder if i will fathom the reason of your presence
did you hit your head too hard on the dash my dear?
or is it just the ringing inside your ear?
either way, i dont mind if i am rocking back and forth within padded 4 walls
twisting hair in my fingertip as i mutter mere mumbles
just please promise me to discontinue the stories of your past
at least long enough for me to get proper transportation with a profession
so we can do it all together
relapse is a pothole on the road of recovery
we will survive
we will strive
you are the only reason i open my eyes in the morning, take a breath and thank the earth
for all that has been provided for me
so much alike in so many aspects, yet from two completely different worlds
hers, a land of independence, self sustaining utopia of living off the land and finding the meaning within
the beauty of the simplest things are the things I envy
and then you have me, a man of logic, of science, who is slowly beginning to learn that there is more to life than what we see, an entire universe more, a universe within our own
so many possibilities so many options, all playing out at once only not on the same screen
the sky within her eyes, the earth within mine
living in this world of glass, only waiting to shatter
we all live on a timebomb, and when it explodes, youre the only one i want by my side
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