Pieces and Parts

A hundred and two days, pick yourself up after you fall
Three months left, deadlines draw near
imagine: only a hundred-two days to familiarize
commit to the features
make up more lies
Fourteen weeks, there isn't much to go
lifetimes can live inside memories
don't forget me this time
wasted moments mean everything
live life in between
every day spent wishing for day a hundred and three



Tell me, are you thinking,
that everything is done as far we go?
And if you have a minute,
please just don't let me go.
Is there something I missed,
let's talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don't we go,
somewhere only we know?



moments between

i live for those moments,
however brief they may be,
the ones in between
you not being near me



"at the top of the building, we scream. not for ourselves and not for each other. we yell to hear ourselves cry, this is the kind of pain that heals."