.

with everything we've gone through left behind,
should I be satisfied now?
with cracks up to our teeth,
you see, nothing is ever left untouched.
what is there left in front of us?
just so you know, you'll never run away from it.
legs on your fucking back, looking out at every direction.
what is your destination?
somewhere else in a different time you might just had won it all.
cracks is all there is.