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.
