I've been trying to replace
the idea
of You
with
Others' empty hands.
at all or nothing, We were a choice.
I can feel It growing inside of me
the consequence(.,)
I'm not quite sure
(if) i should
regretisawasteofmytimeRIGHT
instead,
i wonder
if
i do not want my world
to end
at this lake's shore
so close
i must want
the ocean
