we drew closer. through a line with which we met.

in tears, i know that everything will soon be like fragments of memory. distorted and unreal.
waiting to be stumbled upon some day, only to feel detached and unemotional towards.

teach me how to preserve a moment. please.
in a song, a photo, a conversation, or a place...

in what seems like a desperate attempt to stall the diminishing sands of time, we plan our days ahead. to convince ourselves that it is not the end.

not yet...
not yet..
not yet.