I swear to God, that the space between our lips is a endless path. Your lips could be inches from my face, and still there would be an infinite universe between us; that to try to explore it and find the way would be useless. Fuck, I wish our galaxies could collide making a new theory for people to want to explain and know about, but there is no use, no maps, no signs, nothing. Its like an empty void or a road that leads to a dead end, that the more I get lost, the further away you become… I could be shouting and running in head first, and my heart beating loud, and you’d hear nothing.
The space between us is too far, too endless- all we do is exist.
Ashley Craycraft (via fallenbirdfeathers)