Cold as a moon

Too late to turn now

Pictured this day so differently

Both sides of hope...

But the space inbetween is filling us an uncomfortable mood



Sorry... said the you think voice inside

But I don't think you will find it



How long do you think you'll keep it up?

(Well, I don't think you'll find it...)

A little conversation, maybe?

A different outflow of our minds

Happy faces, anyone

Insecurity... Shine through