It feels like we've been
drifting apart, our wavering hands are
reaching out but they are
hesitatingly slow, they are not
making any sense. We're trying
to reach out to each other but
we both know that we just don't want that, we just
want to drift on further and farther, we just
want the tides to carry us apart and away, we just…

want to learn to love the
distant words you've been saying.