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What do you do when your eyes get heavy and you can't go on anymore? What do you do when you're high and sad? When you can no longer remember how to love deep. How to love true. What do you do when winter lingers for longer than its supposed to? When the words don't come? Or the courage? Or the... what was it...?

What do you do when you can't stop trying to impress them? Her? Them? When still, you don't really want to stop thinking about her? Them?

What do you do when you want to lift a finger to help but you've tied your own hands down? When its not meaningful anymore? When the mirror is too sharp? When there's too much salt, and besides, its burnt. When you have the house to yourself? When the fire is coming for you but you haven't said goodbye. When endings - happy or not - force themselves upon you. And you are not ready, but also you kind of are.

When you see the aurora borealis floating in the sky beside you, but everyone else on the plane is either asleep or uninterested. When her hand on your neck lights up the world, and firms you up. When you are not the person you used to be anymore. When she isn't. When "there is no right way to do this". When a kiss holds a million deceits and a lifetime goes up in smoke?