I've drawn constilations with each breath that we took. With each step I grow closer to your stars where I drew out those imaginary lines to recite. I'm falling back into the gentle barrel of a gun; my safety net of old memories I've taught myself to forget. But with the words of those who hurt me haunting still, comes the pleasure of remembering that just because it's become a habit, doesn't mean you never mattered.
Flickering lights binding my thoughts. I wish that my hands would stop shaking like buildings collapsing. Now. Right now.
But once i found my life swinging between the branches of the trees and once I saw the space growing between the stars, I caught my mind feeling seperated from every rain drop that fell from the clouds above. And I've learned that it doesn't matter how many miles that it fell, because maybe the distance is just as intoxicating as the water between continents, and maybe its the mountains that part the seas where i wish i could live. But please my love, just make sense of these drunken words because as every lake floods the earth, I wish to drown in every word I've ever given you.