i stare in amazement as you talk about your favorite things; songs, books, and dreams. there's fire in your eyes as each word is being thrown and in that moment i feel like being home. you're filled with motivation and endless amount of inspiration yet who am i kidding? even if i dig my own grave i wont perceive them any longer they're tangled in the wind along with those undying dreams. life is beautiful, you told me with a smile, and i swear im fighting on each step i take to recall the things you say just to elevate my feet higher. every time i take a breath i can hear your voice clearly, the distant voice that initiates nothing but false intimacy. people only listen to others so they get a chance to talk but i'd rather ask you to not stop conversing. i'd sit under the moon with my mouth sealed like a dog that stays and listens to its master's rants and hopes; which i dont mind at all because if you can read my mind you'd be in tears