the sun still shines. but not as much. my memories have slowly turned to ash. these photographs i had of you. are nothing more than frames.
i still don't know. at what point did you descend. erased from my perspective. entrapped beyond the lines. as fast as paperplanes can crash.
and rocketships can burn. you quickly became a blur. always impossible to grasp.
these eyes can only crave a glance.
at the furthest star in my darkest sky.
light years away from recollection.
i hope these words can reach you. cause my wings keep failing
