Niche.

We are spiraling.

We are far away from the originality of what we once were.

Are we scared of the beauty of silence, because that presence is just too much?

Are we hiding from these dreams, and running from reality?

It’s been so long since you’ve held me, in that nonsensical way only you could.

We’ve come so far up the mountain to being everything we never wanted to be to each other. . .

It all seems ironic now.

And every time we pick ourselves up, every time we try to carry on,

we’re always spiraling,

right back where we belong. . .