i wouldn't like time to heal this.
time erases.

what if i said that you weren't my whole world?
what if i said it wasn't always all okay?
what if i said that it's not enough?
what if i said that i'm not happy?
what if i said that i'm not content?
what if i said that i'm tired of all this?

but what if i said, there are moments where everything fades, everything seems so little, so clear, and it is alright?

does it make it all worth it?

perhaps, no.

glory us.

i was told you are depressed by a little bird that was severly hurt
as it did not notice my window
it just flew wherever the wind blows
as it convulsed on the pavement it whispered, "i am hated"
your genetic flaws
i said, "say it all, you can't decipher reflections from reality but neither can i"