EXIsT

do you miss the kisses unsolid forms or years or broken sweat and tears i fear for..your safety? i prayed for space and gravity to surround you and grab you like one of those hugs at the airports i never want to let you go sorts something laps yet there is no ocean just ground up stones and what not to create that grey atmosphere im still here and youre still there as we say in our dreams its possible and yeh webs are sticky get caught up and see through lost fingers still alive and dancing though
space for self collection the garbage kids dont see us as junk rifle through it pay attention i imagine your laugh and your cries
i am on the top of the mountain for the first time im afraid though because its time for me to let go im leaving also
back to australia too soon then a swag and a backpack will be my bedroom