where time falls apart.

paper planes carry messages of love in their folded wings while journeying across hidden spaces.
and i'm still here. and you're still there.

blackbirds perch on power lines, remarking over the plain pidgeons, whose feathers will never shine like midnight.
and i'm still here. and you're still there.

sand slips through the hour glass, as it is spun around again and again, marking moments as fickle as feeling.
and i'm still here. and you're still there.

silly people muse over art and literature to feel 'cultured', oblivious to back happenings of the dark places that lie behind. they don't even understand what they speak of.
and i'm still here. and you're still there.

a pond riddled with secrets has it's silence broken by a wooden sailing boat un-seaming the dark waters.
and i'm still here. and you're still there.

men with false smiles glide their partners around to liquid jazz emanating from an antique gramaphone, a relic of the past with a dose of paradox.
and i'm still here. and you're still there.

romeo and juliet get lost, distracted, lead away; they never knew the other existed. the stars uncrossed themselves and fate forgot, it seemed.
and i'm still here. and you're still there.

the camouflaged faceless jump into burning deserts of war-torn lands, to silence screams and dash dreams.
and i'm still here. and you're still there.

time passes and i wonder where it went.
the sun always remembers its' que, and winter can't be stopped.
i'm all thats changed.

and i'm still here. and you're still there. i'm here, you're there. i'm there, all the way over there. where are you?

she feels and he feels. both feeling in distances that can't be measured. far, far away, they feel.
here.there.almost.together.