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the same number of fingers, the same number of toes. your skin and my skin forever in contact.
i was singing on that beautiful stage, surrounded by aliens and humans, with you, my clematis, before it faddd to black..so why have i woken up in this small body?
i still have memories of the day i left you, alone. i knew it hurt you. i knew you thought about me. i couldnt help but be selfish. i wanted you to think about me when i was gone. im sorry.
you still have the same eyes. the same bright eyes i often got lost in. your eyes became my sun. your hair flows freely in the artificially created wind. i envy you. you were free, were you not?
you were free..were..because you always knew, didnt you? you knew what alien stage was, the consequences, the works, everything. i had envied you.. until i realized you were neither free or uncaring. you willingly trapped yourself in this hellhole.
i cant help but stare everytime. you leave me speechless, breathless. the time we spent wasnt a lie, that i know. the times we spent near the faux riverbank, sleeping under the silk leaves, lying on the cotton grass. you, my universe, i believe is the most magnificent person.
so when the time came, i practiced. i practiced everything. my final moments, our song together, my death. you only deserve the best.. so i cut myself short. i gave you most lines, i sang shorter and quieter, i put the microphone farther from me so you would be heard more. the costume switch i had not anticipated, but i thought you were cute in my outfit.
i know. i had been given a second chance by whoever was up there. honestly, i have no idea why. why? why did you send me back to the start of my journey? it was honestly pointless.
because, i would choose the same path over and over and over again, for you, my universe.