Space and time are said to be synonymous. In between time and space we cohabited like wanderers lost in the fury of urban concrete underneath a bridge.
I’ve burned many bridges in my past because there was nothing I wanted on the other end.
The end is the enemy I conquer everyday. But you make it easy. How would I ever choose to end what we have? You are the sincerity I wish I had, the warmth I’ve lost, the beauty I can’t ignore, the brilliance that exposes my pride.
Pride can set a deeper distance from us greater than any physical proximity ever could.
Could is not what you want to hear. It’s an anemic hope set to a dull melody. You don’t want to be lost in my words.
So instead of these words I’ll remain silent as I lay next to you.