Your distant and i feel it growing further the further time stretches our existence over this lifetime. they have planes, and trains, yet a car could never outlast the diverse road rougher than the stones their disgust cast at us. i could never reach you and come through the painstaking journey just as damaged as before, choosing to chase with you a lie will leave further scars than every scissor blade ever dared to leave upon my heart. its more dangerous than wearing her heart on my sleeve, were lying just for the thrill, when naught comes to one we will devise two and leave more broken than the blue vase you accidentally left laying smashed in a million or so pieces upon the freshly laid floor. we will play songs made for the road by the greats such as ac-dc while lighting bolts heave electric storms onto our wonderfully bright summer days, their stones, their thunder, shall we not hide?
