As stated in the description. Simple to say, if you think it's true, you are right. Vice versa. No questions needed.

It's like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it eludes you. The moment you change your attention to other things, it will come and sit silently on your shoulder.

Some things don't work like that. Do they?

Drowned in the night sky, clear but still, clouds. I see a few stars. Stars that lit. With that finger, I traced your name. They shone more than the stars. Hope. Lost. I've never figured that out. Just trying out some fictions. Sitting beside you. I sense fire. It's burning, and burning. It never stops. I sat so still. Electricity shocks me. Again and again. Igniting the flames. Stop the flames, stop the shocks. Save me.

Love the way you lie,







on me.