i've mentioned it before, and it feels tiresome, bringing it up again.

but i look out the window, and the world is invisible behind fog, so i can't shake this. i could be anywhere. i could be on a blank street in a blank city next to a blank boy, the only colors in the lights that line the bridge across the river.

i reach for you and come up with a handful of ice crystals that melt before my fingers have even closed. what is this fog, these clouds?

i don't even remember you; to whom do i write?

so i sit here and listen to ben singing this song, the one i cut and paste into so many shapes but it always turns out to be your silhouette.

remember that, alone,
cause i won't remember... anymore