Walking around, talking, laughing, sharing inside jokes, living in it, I guess this is it. This is all that I have and maybe all that I would ever, until it's gone. It's not much but it's more than enough. I might never get out of this, I don't think I have to. This is not my safe house, there is no peace of mind but I'm nowhere now remember? Half up the sky but chained to the ground, I'm always in the middle. A start that has no end, or maybe too many. Still, this is all that's left and it's okay because just like everything else that went, it can all be gone in a blink of an eye. So would I.
-riri-
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