All the things that we are.

We are trapped in a daze
We are grasping for time.

We are waiting for something to happen.

We are craving for what could never even be.

We are kids, laughing at nothing and everything.

We are partners in every good deed and every crime that we make.

We are old friends, only focusing on the new. 

We are unfinished bushiness.

I am ball of fire

You are smoke settling on the ground.

I am an earthquake.

You are a tidal wave. 

I was chasing for something that wasn't even running.

You were staying away from what you don't want to lose

We stay stationary, roaming in the same positions.

We grieve to lose possibilities, not knowing what to choose.

We are stuck

We are fragile.

We are inevitable.

We are undefined.