The distance.. already timid

each step we comes closer, 

each step i backs off

your shadow

which i reaches out for

so away

it’s me…

holding back.

it’s me…

with the fear

of not going back

to the position where we used to be

can i miss u?

though u are right in front of me

can i leave u?

those pieces of me and u

The film of our sketches

already crumbled in memory

so wants to stand by you

so wants to stay away

Maybe it has always been me

painting my own imagination

extending my fear

would be paint ever splatter?

would the spectrum ever update？

so ancient

my shell

your smile