i am starting to look at your words differently. maybe because i am only looking and not reading. maybe because there is finally a distance, that i've just discovered. i am finally viewing myself a widow, as you are gone. because this is now. and that was then. and you are finally in the books, finally made it to history, so that you are intangible. i always knew you were a dream, just a good one. just.
heartache is heavier than the atmosphere. yes, STILL.
it's going to be a long time before someone like you comes along again.
and you're not reading this, i know. because you don't read me. and if so... well congratulations drifter, you found me out, blue handed. it doesn't matter anyway because we don't exist.
"i didn't know what would have happened though, maybe towers would fall, bridges break
well all that mystery is gone now...it'll seem to come back when we are at hampshire though" remember?
i was always just your idea. just.
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