///MEGARO///

Vague flashbacks of Vinny.
I fell.

The atmospheric conditions were ideal
despite the global separation,
but distance never mattered if the right words were scattered.
We'd write words to right our wounds.

instant love. quickly hate.

& he stares at the stars he reflects on the moon/
The time, the talks they share walking around Calhoon/
She watches the look on his face as he sleeps/
She recalls every inch to how it got this deep/
...
Now she was smart/
She grew up with this complex/
That the people that surrounded her seemed to expect the world/
& he was tall, over six, no attempt to predict the fall/
Thought he'd seen it all/
Until his all became that girl/
She said she loves the drugs/
But when she comes down/
She speaks about finishing/
She's convinced it's the last visit/
...
He thinks she sleeps too much/
She thinks he spends too much/
He thinks her friends are jokes/
She thinks he's out of touch/
He thinks she drinks too much/
She thinks he thinks too much/

& I only fell harder as the years went on..