Sometimes I wonder if I can ever get it right as I find myself, once again, sitting in the stillness of the imminent storm, wondering if I can live through the night. I hold your memories just a little closer to me before the time comes for me to let them go. I watch from half a world away as you go through your day, lost in your thoughts.
How many times can your world end before you really die?
How many lifetimes?
How do I do it?
