|10-04-2013, 08:59 PM||#1|
Hates his username.
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: The Nexus
to where there's a part of me that knows the important things
people that won't disintegrate
places that don't break promises
no mode of transportation can bring me there, now
sometimes miles become an army
and i'm a soldier full of holes, doomed to die
in a war against time
will anyone bury me?
i swear i can feel them standing right next to me
i'll reach my arm out and it will touch something
a certain type of warmth that only comes from someone who isn't there
i'm a capsule drifting through a galaxy
weeds, concrete steps and an old wooden door
my front porch, as many miles away from the sun
as anyone else who knows full well
that as this drifting community in space will fade
a world of parallel lifetimes will find it's way
We're only strays.