In your colorless splendor, and your bitter words. I wonder how many times i've lost you and how many times have i not known of it. But even so, could i have saved you?
There is darkness of too many different kinds, and one i fear ahead in time. Yet, there is always forgetting to keep us alive. We remember too much sometimes. In remembrance, always, in remembrance. ("hello? come here now won't you? how, silly? i don't know, i just miss you.") The static pulls you away here, you're fading, and i'm fading too.
I am running. we had woken up to the sounds of waves that day. I am running, and the sun is gentle on me. I am running, and my feet is sinking into the sand. I am running, and i am tired. I am running, and i am smiling. I am running, and you're smiling back at me. (faster, faster, i'm beating you at this!) You beat me at it.
dearest, dearest, concealed in veils of laughter, obscured by the brightest lights. You've sketched me pictures, and you've searched tirelessly for my smile. and i know, I tire you out sometimes.
(i wish i could make you happier. you do, you really do.)
So this is all i have.
there is you, there is me, and there is a whisper for the night.
and thank god (you know what? i love you.)