Battle

Their sights have grown into and out of this space. Just losing shape. Drifting. This has grown so big that the world seems like a battlefield. It's been so long.

I know you now. You're this hole. I've fallen now. And I know that when I touch the ground I'd shatter. So take your space and every little reason you recall. Take it all. It doesn't matter. Just please give me one thing in return. Please, give me one thing!

I promise I'll color this sky blue. Like the one we once drew. This heart will break our memory into two. Just give me one thing and I'd give you you.

But you can't see. Where do I go when this world falls down on me?