because you cannot love when loss empowers.

the moon is at its lowest, beneath these dirty feet of mine. well i never did feel so lost with the sun sheering into eyes so shallow. i saw you by the lake whispering stories to the birds without song, i surly do feel your absence here... how many souls would it take for your breath to unwind. tell me darling how many steps could possibly move your heart as i’m running out of though in this one way forest. for i surly die with each step that brings you closer.
-always always R.