Tonight we float across an empty sky, cold air, pins and needles prick our lugs
there is something so melancholy about looking at the stars sometimes.
I turn somersaults in the wind and lose my breath and you keep your distance; something about me scares you, so you only watch. but there's the thing:

YOU DON'T REALIZE WE ARE NOT PERMANENT AND YOU MUST DO MORE THAN EXIST TO LIVE

-unknown