the relapse.

it's been a while,

and that's all i'll say.

and hello from over here.

i've been spending my days

facing the other way

but i can still feel you there.

i can feel you everywhere,

but never where i expect you to be.

and never what i expect you to be.

and never how i expect you to be.

do you remember the moment

you took hold of the moon?

i've locked away so many memories

and sometimes i get lost.

sometimes i lose myself.

all the time i'm looking for you.

sometimes you're there,

most of the time you're not.

it's like this.

if you would let go,

i could turn myself around.

i could clip your wings,

and follow you home.

i could fall madly out of love

with these ideas and

with this cycle.

i could let these memories

rest easy and

rest in pieces.

exactly where we left them.

it wasn't for you to have,

and it wasn't mine to comprehend.

it's not even that

i don't like the view.

it's that the view

doesn't like me.

it's not even that

i don't love you.

it's that you

don't love me.

i guess this is growing up,

and here comes the eclipse.

we are not the same.