Can you hear me?

my voice called out twice, but i couldn’t stop there, i wrote about a fatal vice, your eyes being elsewhere, it can be named assumption, but i think it speaks for itself, my ability to daringly jump in, while further neglecting myself, and every time it’s a rapture, of the patient chasing game, it’s a bore without a capture, of soul who’s quite the same, but i know how to leave it too, it’s a choice i haven’t yet made, because it ruins the idea of you, and the mythology that i’ve laid.