So much to do, nothing I want to. This mug has me buzzing out of my skin and minutes passing like hours. Nostalgia is a bitch.

My hands are filled with opposing forces and I can feel my wingspan widening. I'm in love, I'll scream, but you'll remind me that I can never be fully happy if you're not. Have you been selfless for me recently? Have I been for you? I think we both know the answers and we're ashamed to face the shambles behind us. You see yourself as three miles down down the road, and no matter how fast I run, you never lose the energy to move at the same pace. I just wish you'd turn around and cut the distance in half. My legs are aching. Carry me. You're not supposed to be my subject.