the distance between here and now is filtered through the sunlight in your eyes
where i can’t tell what is being looked at but i hope it is that one particular detail
saturn’s rings are melting away, dripping out of the sky and forming new visions
my emotions waver, but not as much as yours, you need to sleep, but you can’t
the aches are starting to diminish and those recurring thoughts are erupting now
hatred for that never-ending feeling is as much as the fear for the finishing
being redundant is a common occurrence for us, why should anything be recorded?