AuroaHayden

Find me a way to save me from myself, all the streets are empty of thoughts; your company is enough. You hold me down on a spot. I find the keys to my home, it's your name that opens the door. Still, all photographs are useless; we're not in any of them. We're a dream short of reality. We sleep constantly waiting for the wake up call. A ring that calls us both to the empty houses we once left behind. Still, we hold on; our hands untied of one another, our wrists still tied to our will. We look at the distance, like we measure our own. We can't cross our line of sight without feeling desperately alone. Still, I find me ways to