There’s a reason we won’t go back,
there’s a thousand reasons we can’t,
time doesn’t exist… But somehow
we’re floating through some essence
of aging or growing, glowing. Melodies
climbing higher than us, don’t take me
back–I don’t want to change you, I want
to change me. My weakness, careless–
the tunnel is still there, the tunnel guiding
hot atmospheres through walls, suffocation
in boxes we navigate, not together. Look
closer, find the one who plays off your
inadequacies and realize she’s the hunter.
Under moonlight, she is the hidden truth.