I move too fast
/it’s so awful to miss. it’s even worse when it’s always everyone but you that crosses my path as I blindly move forward; but only in the darkness of the night.
/our days are numbered and I don’t know whether I should run till I find you again or to stop and pretend life would wait alongside me.
/will you come from behind this time?
hold on to me this time, will you? if only you do.