pity-the-dead
Her voice was as sweet as syrup, begging me to stay. I hate to be the one to walk away, but she deserves something better. Someone who can put galaxies in her hands and hope in her heart.
It's always this or that, don't say too much, but don't hold back. It's a touchy subject, so they say. But that's why we need to talk about it. To be okay.
Nothing is impossible, nothing out of reach.
Explorers going to distant lands, washed up on the beach.
We are limitless.
I think of all the possibilities, near or out of reach, they all have something to give me, a lesson that they teach.