Relying on echoes.

Lately it's all I've been relying on.

Lately it's the only thing I am able to trust.

Your silent echoes are the only thing that keeps me sane. That keeps me above the water.

I hear your distant calling and I want nothing more than to run into your embrace.

But the fact of the matter is you're not here.


You will never be.


And the fact of the matter is.

You're not real