someone told me through iron speakers that one day we would all be ghosts.
would you date me if we were ghosts? would you still let me live on your arm? would I still be the very best thing in your world if we didn’t belong to this world anymore?
Who will I be when I am no longer me?
So much meaning attached to this temporal frame of mine. So much time put in. I only know me like this. I only know you like this. I think I will miss us both when we’re gone.