steven

The seasons have changed, and so have we.

And there was little we could say and even less that we could do,

to stop the ice from getting thinner, under me and you.

though we stayed by its side as the days turned to weeks,

and the ice kept getting thinner with ever word that we'd speak.

And when the spring arrived, we were taken by surprise,

when the flows under our feet bled into the sea, and nothing was left for you and me.

We're not the same, dear. and it seems to me there's nowhere we can go with nothing underneath.

And it saddens me to say, what we both knew was true, that the ice was getting thinner.

just nu går allting bara nedåt. jag låg och stirrade i intet tills jag somnade någon gång vid sju på morgonen. jag minns bara hur jag insåg hur allt rasade och tårarna bara rann helt tyst fortfarande stirrandes i ingenstans. hela mitt liv rasar. jag är kaos.

lycklig.