Blog Post 431
The Further We Drown I swear it's like setting a moth to a flame every time we're next to one another. We keep eyeing one another up and down in a room full of people watching us to see who's going to end up making the first move, only to realize none of us are ready to let it out. So we stand there face to face, trying to figure one out, only to come to the realization there's nothing to figure out but the feeling of deep guilt, only to have it seem so unrecognizable. We laugh it off and continue to drink our drinks, hoping it would all just fade away. I pass you on my way out, hoping you'd stop me, but with every step I take, it feels like I have weights weighing me down, preventing me from moving. I push through, hoping I'll make it out without causing a scene, but you stop me in my path, and I get anxious with every word you let out, hoping it's nothing bout the past between you and me. I drowned so deep in the thought of you that it felt like nothing co...