you constantly remind me of the bus rides i used to take whenever i forget my umbrella in the midst of november. it's not the fact that i keep forgetting but the fact that i don't care enough to remember until the days are dark and it's just me waiting for shelter.
sometimes i feel like you're a dream. someone out of a book i wouldn't read because of all the broken hearts it caused to the point of constant searching for the one when there's really no one searching in the same place but in other cities for the one they must love. you remind me of the sun setting against the horizon of nothingness. empty, but still bearable to the point of no returns.
there's just no return address. nothing to come back to and as the sifting movement of the sky overlaps the sadness filling in your eyes, it will be okay.