I wanted to know what foot you put forward when you took your last stand. When you held my hand; did you know the next stop? Did you worry about dawn or was the nights breeze enough. Did you see past me or through me. Did you worry? Did you interrupt or did you excitingly contribute? What did you do?by
(Source: dillonryan)
I just want to get closer. A little closer to you. To get as close as I can; so close that I can’t breathe unless you do.
