Always

We never know what will happen on the next day, it's unpredictable.

I could possibly be gone tomorrow. I could go places where even my skin does not recognize the halls, the pathways and the roads.

Who knows?

But what I know is—

This pen will always write your name in its every . My heart will always reach to yours, and with every beat it will recede to October 4th.

and I,
I know.

I will always find myself crawling back to nothing, to no one, to no where
but you.

It will always be you.

  - csc
10.12.17 | 2:21am