I know things will never be this way again. It hurts so much to admit it. Nothing lasts forever, yet I thought we proved it wrong. How foolish of me.
Do you ever stare up at the same sky I do? Sitting there, feeling the desolation seep into everything. Realizing how none of this will ever be the same. Not you, not I, not the ground beneath us, not the sky above.
It’s strange to witness, a million billion deaths and rebirths. Every single moment of our existence… forever shaped by the circumstances, by being alive at all.
Mayors of Nowhere
