We build together,but it’s all as fragile as a dandelion in bloom.You’ll fly away and return when everything falls and fades,finding yourself in a phone box,dialling and dying over the wires,doing the same damage and swallowing the same cycle of sorrow.You cry, and cry, and cry,cyclonic, the same season again and again,and I build,but it’s…

I’ve been obsessed with my youth,because I’ve been dying since I found it.Threw myself into the fountain,but there was no way back,no way to reclaim all that had been stolen,but the softness of my skin slips away with every second,and every inch of my innocence has been lost.I am grey and gone,but maybe now, I…