Our souls and our hearts share different lives.
But I like to think stuck in time for a moment. Somewhere in this life’s infinite space..
A black and white memory replays and we are under the covers giggling in the clouds.
There once was time, where our past lives were shared in an existence tossed into a beautiful bubble blown to circumference.
Overlooking the rest of the world on fire, we held each other praying for lonely.