sleepingintherain

I've been trying to shake my head as many times as possible to shake the thoughts of you out of it

and it doesnt work

a kalaidoscope of empty rituals, crashing and interlocking

day by day

one by one.

the hours just fly away from me, somewhere distant, away. a foreign place, where we both havent been

we can capture our hours again there, and keep them safe under netting.

we can kiss under the canopy of stars, and wish upon every single one

that we could be closer, that the distance would dissapear, that we could be

infinite

once

more.