everyone is ahead, but you and I are out of sync.
reading over the things that matter most.
Because our love is an ocean, we won't reach the coast.
This book has over a thousand pages,
hoping our words won't end in different ages.
and laughing at what happens now,
but hiding the fact, our book ends somehow.
unknown facts about the end,
testing our boundaries and how we bend.
chapter after chapter, page after page.
We're seeing the signs, we're seeing the rage
and our short stories are of how we submit.
and that's why we're still in the middle of it.
© 2010 The Still Air