What if I told you I was lost without you? Wandering astray as the numbers rumble through my throat.
Stumbling upon the broken limbs of the forest left behind for only tomorrow to reap it's benevolent grace.
The footprints dissappear behind us.
Knees buckle to the fear that we may be alone in a place that doesn't exist anymore.
So let's hide.
Hide ourselves from the dawn and everything that it hides behind it's horizon.
Let's watch our mark fade into the pavement forever into the never.
No peeking.
Our eyes might widen like watching an artist reveal his soul onto canvas as easy as blood pumps to our hearts.
We might see the river connect the pavement to our dying hiding place.
We might believe that the fresh water may rain upon our souls and illuminate our breaths.
The numbers are futile.
I've screamed them a thousand times, and given up to whispering your name.
Yelping to just peek.
Just a little.
See with your fingers trembling forward and backwards at the same time.
One hand for the ones left behind, and the other for ones you will touch in the future.
Cause ready or not, we should all come together.
