you here where you were
always meant to be.
samples to plea about
our us and in this abyss we
correlate each other's laugh
lines with our unsteady
aura towers.
a meaningful flute with eyes
flying by our sonata while
forgetting its' core destination.
sometimes, we fall apart and always
we are on that same bridge
where brokens and togethers
are irrelevant to the space
between us that never
exists.
