we'll wear our shame beneath the trees
we gallavant through streets, completely null of the whirlwind world passing by us and adapt to our instincts of invincibility as time runs backwards, in circles. what's to become of us is not to be known - not for the time being. i suppose that's how it's been fated for everyone. wait your turn and the answers will dawn. i've realized it's not answers that i'm looking forward to, but merely a form of continuity. something that just doesn't end abruptly while you were convinced of its immortality. what i've come to learn is that the theory of such everlasting concepts can be applied to nothing more than the future. all else dies off, but the future will continue to live on. and your yesterday may have gone astray, swiped from thoughts and memories.
but i'll still hold on to your tomorrow.
