don’t forget 

we’re black and white, young and old. we’re miles apart, the wait…our enemy. imperfect, yet we’re the envy of gods. we’re paradise, madness, summer. we’re the pure making of the universe; wonder, magic. we’re fireflies; creating a journey of chance, risk, desire. deep down we know we have found it; your sunshine, my happiness. i miss you and the tears still slip like water through my fingers. thinking on the beauty our lives display, i’m holding on to the hope in your eyes, my gut. i won’t let you go. 

Picture; Mothership.SG

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