Soul Fringe
Yesterday felt like it would be today, and when today happened, I wondered about where you'd go
Where you've gone
The memories feel like they're the same as the dreams that hover over my pillows - "I'll hold on to you, like a soul fringe" he said last night in one of those dimensions, I woke up, and couldn't separate the realities.
Where I've been is where I'm going again, and where I'm going again will be where I am. You in your space and me in mine. Wild hearts within infinite parts. I don't want to call this the end, but deep down inside I know the end happened long before we realized it had come.
How are we going to hold on when time takes us further away from ourselves - the selves we were when we were together.
It takes us to who we are going to be, and maybe that philosophy could show that you are still you, and I am still me, aren't we?
