I’m trying not to let the fact that you are apathetic and uninvolved.
I’m trying to not face the truth that you are on your way out.
I’m trying to not let the ways you speak affect me. I’m trying.
Trying.
It’s not like you are.
Where are you?
And where is it that you are going? Why are you distant?
In a place that can’t stop swelling?
Tell me. What is there to do now? I think it’s my time to step away and move on.
Get out of here and get away from you.
So, that as time passes we no longer have to be consumed by this giant beast of time that is keeping us here.
Well, keeping you here. Is that what you want?
