Hurry.

Ever had those nights? The air thin and your limbs rocks upon a lonely place. What do we continue to choose to be so far apart? When do we adventure down the back streets, in bars and cafe's with lost kid posters pinned to the windows and free refills on coffee. The world was founded on problems to which there is no solution, but the structure is enough for nostalgia to grip our hearts and turn distance to dust. I'm tired of working so much and seeing you so little. I love her. It's not the place, the time, or the light in the sky, it's the sparks that glow at night in a dark room. The ones that can be seen from space.