existentialism.
To float away with you
We see the corners where nothing happens
While we drifted we were one
Ceilings lifted walls were gone
You speak the language of the breeze
All your leaves were meant for me
The love that every person wants to be
have we ever not existed?
will we ever not exist?
i am still in love with an idea, not a character.
but everything is gonna be just fine.
xo,
erin