I've mapped out this distance in every thought I've ever had. Between past and present, there's no fear left in these words. So now my eyes are open and my arms are shut tight, to walk these miles alone to build a frame to call my own. Desire. Devotion. You know less of these than the shame that it takes to admit I'm sick inside my own skin. I wish that I could show you life from beneath your feet. If I could, I would control these peripherals- but I cut myself fucking wide right open. So take the shot- you'll never get it any clearer than this. Somewhere there is air to breathe but if I even could would I ever let go? I'm counting miles like I'm counting down. If you only knew what I'll never show. I've come to terms with none of this, and I haven't woken since. But I've learned to love when my entire self isn't nearly enough. I'm burning more than bridges from you. As this wick gets shorter, "if you only knew..."