锘?rasping, our fingers try to reach for the shards of happiness as we spiral into the darkness we clutch onto little rays of hope

walking alone once our once-strong resolve weakens we can't be alone loneliness is too sad we've met and we can't part to tomorrow we look forward and today we relish

a day and a day and a day to a week, to another week to a month, to months and to a year, to another year

we want this to last forever knowing that it won't yet we keep hoping we keep wanting we keep desiring

too keenly aware selfishly being ignorant of our small foolish wishes of our transient lives

swirling pieces of memories dances in the never-ending darkness the passage of time moves ceaselessly waiting not for the happiness we left carelessly behind