Seperated.

The world peels away,
so I am left here, standing,
Something to be said, but I've been too busy enjoying myself to say it.
It's like being lost in
A maze full of cotton candy,
You could get yourself out of it but you sure as hell don't wanna.
Even after feeling this,
Disconnection,
Nothing else exists, two mutual files in an otherwise empty file cabinet.
Best moments of my mere existence,
I can feel myself in that sand,
I can feel myself in those beds,
I know I'm felt there, I'm sure of it.
I am not there, but Oh, I am so far from here.

-A