We forgot everything and everyone who ever hurt us, and we lay entwined as one on a blanket of grass. I'm seeing your eyes as crystals, as stars, as mesmerizing as a spell. I wonder what made you shift away, I wonder what made you a distraction, a distraction to the world. Something no one else wants. You could be mine. You could be mine if you wanted.
Our lungs are filled with air; breathe in, breathe out. Just remember to. Just remember to eat. Simple things I have forgotten to do. Forget living life. Stay under the covers and forget about the rest of the world.
We'll write thousands and thousands of pages but they won't mean anything. They will be torn and coffee will be spilled on them. The ink will be smeared. There will never be another single living soul to read them. In the end, there is nothing left of us.
Not a trace at all.
It is in our nature to look at one another. It is in our blood. We do not even want to speak to each other, but we look because we wonder how the other person is doing. In a way, we will always be connected to each other's hearts.
I hate study hall.
