that beautiful people are blessed with such power.
they’re usually the most ignorant.
i watched the innocence drag you away.
return.
waiting is no longer a part of my patience.
the world will stop.
the vacant existence of time will be our new home.
alone, we will grow, and remember who we used to be when we were only ourselves.
i’ll have all the time in the world.
to spectate.
to observe the beautiful things from far away, keeping your distance as though trying not to disrupt what’s perfectly fine the way it is. the way it will continue to be, and the way it will hopefully stay. without your interference, it’s as though simply perfect in nature.
meant to be admired and understood,
not captured or embraced in such a way,
that fragile things could easily break.
one sided, the only story that’s ever worth telling — is the one kept quiet. you’re just too beautiful to waste.
temporary.
i feel as though this word could just about describe every major and minor detail. and as i, the witness, wake to see every day pass, i’m slowly getting tired of providing myself with the same dead end, repetitious options.
my solution is becoming the problem.
