Every line I trace of my ambition… my fingers quell from the sharpness

I’d rather bleed than get in the way of myself

rapid fire from the cliffs above… I notice myself tracing waterfalls or maybe stars

whatever it may be I’m out of world spinning until I detonate

switches and clicks but no trigger

suspended in animation, wondering when that final blink will occur

many frames guiding me to my grip and suddenly I feel my hand in yours

you embrace it as if this was the best thing for me

and for some reason, you’re the best thing for me