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
Five Foot Nomad 