My thoughts flipped. You didn’t mind me falling apart, even let me back in. I stopped kicking, let myself sink, silently hoping that you're on your way over but I'm probably losing sight. Or maybe, if you'd shake your heart enough, you'd see me appear. I don't know. I wonder, why is it always this way? If only you were here. I do wish you were here. I am constantly explaining things to you in my head, as though I'm communicating through unseen vibes across the continents...


And you might wish I hadn’t...