Heres some more of my bullshit emotions.

Catching up, when you're trying to run forward.

Those moments are never too far behind,

never too lost.

Present, just enough to make this harder than it needs to be.

In your room, on your bed...

I can remember my skies were painted blue,

just like your eyes.

The sun was out at midnight and your skin was warm.

I can feel it now like I felt it then...

Its clear enough to make this harder than it needs to be.

Much harder than it needs to be.

-N