You’ve been alright. Without me all along. The fact that upsetting. Yet a lil bit releaving. Time is a mystery. Space is a myth. Cant be sure where you’re going. The darkness tells me nothing.
We’re walking on a different tracks. Heading to a different space and time. And I can see you’re doing okay. Though I’ll be using telescope. Capturing your moves. Deliver love you might not received, not received..