Can’t tell me there’s no point in trying

I’m at one and I’ve been quiet for too long

I found peace in your violence

Can’t tell me there’s no point in trying

I’m at one and I’ve been silent for too long

silence played in the background as i pounded the pavement in the early hours of the morning. running has become the only thing that keeps the thoughts at bay. and yet, even between every breath and every stride, i still think of you, where you are, what you do, whether you still remember.

i still carry traces of you in ordinary things.

i have not forgotten.

someday, i probably will.

hopefully sooner than later.