Planes

To connect what was once impossible through the means of thing it was meant to close.

Distance.

We are all tired, of this never-ending story.

We laugh; we smile.

Trying so hard to hide the fact that we are still drowning.

But swim, we cannot.

Pity?

We're not searching for it.

The scars of mistrust inflicted; the seeds of no-return.

The guilt and the lost of all emotions other than these of hatred.

Who are we kidding, when we put on this facade?

So tired of it all, but what would be left of us if all were to be given up?

My walls are crumbling, but no one can see it nor understand it.

The ones who walked this path can't deny the feelings within them.

Because it is this, that the bonds of fate were forged.

And that, of unexplainable feelings.

Hence, I will trust my back to you.