I’m good at putting you aside. I’m not good at forgetting you.
I’m staring out the window, but really I’m staring into my thoughts.
I’d like to pick a lock and go where I shouldn’t go. Because sometimes going where you shouldn’t go leads you to where you’ve always wanted to go.
When you jump, you’ll fall. But I’d rather be falling than be standing still till the end of time.
I’m silent, but my heart is loud.
You’re like the night: littered with stars, drowning in ghosts.