if we walk at this pace, we'll make it to where ever we're going. I know i cant keep up a conversation but at least i can hum a tune, something to keep our minds off the broken roads. I can feel the sky slow to a dead stop, I can feel gravity working against me. Its like clockwork, my friend, its a damn shame. Theres a picture in my mind that i kept for safe keeping, though i really cant describe it or maybe im just afraid of what you'll think of it. Im sorry, i cant help stuttering, its just so cold and quiet. If you listen close enough you can hear our mouths chatter. You know...Theres a time for everything, I think whatever "it" is will become an artifact and nothing more. Its only a matter of time. The earth beneath us is just so unforgiving. I can feel the ground move under our feet. In these eyes I think i can see what we were looking for in the horizon but im not sure if its worth it. How can i be sure that anything is worth something when ive never had anything. Theres a peice of me that wishes i could ask you these question, though I dont want to come off as someone pretending to care because im not sure that i do. No, i'm not mr. optimism, I'm the leftovers, you know that. If this was all an island at least i could wait for a message in a bottle. Some kind of contact from this all, you have to admit this is getting a little old. To be honest im really interested in what youre thinking, im brave enough to ask you but im saving that courage for something else. am i selfish? yeah. and what good is asking a question when you already know the answer. Its been so long since ive had a change of scenery, if i were to replace you with another it would probably be the same, we can live like ragdolls again and again. They say if you stare at the sun you'll lose youre sight, well im not sure if the last thing i want to see is a burning white light, but this has got to end. At the bottom, maybe theres an answer. its a long way down from where im standing, i can hear the echo of my heart beat. i guess this is what it feels to be a hollow shell; it makes me wonder why i was ever so carefull. with your absence im finally sure of what was right, this is not it. this is not what i had in mind, this is not the way i wanted to go out. These heights are dizzying, this sun is relentless. From where im standing everything is a blur, everything is a murmur. Theres a crowd forming as if this is some kind of spectacle, a magician's final stunt, waiting for a miracle. Well arent they in for a surprise. I can hear them chanting and if i could hear what theyre saying it would most likely be, "jump you fool, just do it, stop hesitating." Instead all i hear is a low roar and Im still wondering if i should find myself closer to this nothing noise.