I held you close and I thought of a factory burning heat off the pavement.
You, in a way, pulled me in.
Warm regrets shallow breath.
On our birthdays.
It's our birthdays.
I held you close and I thought of a factory burning sun off the pavement.
Stings my soles of my feet.
It's our birthdays.
When I sleep, I don't move.
Could it be? Would it be mechanical?
Sleep: Could we be symmetrical?
I moved to a house in the mountains.
I met all the sisters and you.
They waited for love so long they turned to rocks.
I bit into sugar.
It tasted of salt from the sea.
I think I'm missing the mountains.
The holovisions and your clarity.
During the days it was full of rain.
It stung and blinded my eyes.
I think I'm missing the mountains.
The hollow visions and your shallow breath.
Your fallen crest.
You don't look your best.
Your hair is a mess.
Never lose your speed; soliton.
Never lose that feeling.
Shallow water shapes in the sands.
Closer to the shore.