Daydreaming nihilist. Code maniac with a coffee addiction. Music, movie buff. High functioning alcoholic.
Sometimes when I open my eyes, I don't know where I end Where you begin. Whether it's you or I, the end is indefinite. Sometimes when the tide is high, I can't tell if you had me swayed Or was it I that swayed you off your feet? The horizon, infinite. Sometimes when the galore runs dry, I don't know what ameliorates Who held me back to mine. Was it my imagination that took wings Sometimes I can't say if your breath has filled my lungs, my frame Or was it mine that escaped yours? Reality isn't the same. Until reality comes around like ouroboros. Love, you're incomplete. I always held my own. But if it's any solace. I am not even mine to keep.