Wednesday 5/26/2021 11:28:00 PM

 the bridge stuttered as i tempted gravity. all the places i was going just a pile of  paper dissolving in the rain.

we ran so loud. every footstep like thunder. we lied to each other. pretending to know where we were going. 

dancing to the hiss of uncertainty. high on the fever of expectation.

we argued with tomorrow. gnashing at the wind. as the journey pressed hard against our skin.

there are so many miles between now and then. and i'm too tired to keep wanting this. 

the end of one world. the beginning of the next. an unopened envelope sour with words not read. 

time is a thief. slowly robbing us of everything. 

we've come this far. what's a few more inches to reach the edge. 

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